Chapter 111:
Cecily couldn’t be more pleased. The storm clouds of panic and despair that had once loomed over her had finally dispersed.
“That bitch Elena, living the high life among the wealthy, has turned her back on our family. We poured our hearts into raising her for over twenty years, and she repays us with nothing but betrayal. Thankfully, we have you, Sylvia, who truly values our family.”
Cecily seized every opportunity to curse Elena’s name, all the while spinning elaborate schemes to extract financial compensation from her. After all, they had invested decades in raising Elena, and surely the Harper family could spare several billion for their troubles.
Benjamin frowned at the mention of Elena. “Why bother discussing her? A mere maid cannot possibly maintain such a lifestyle. When the Harper family inevitably casts her aside, she’ll find no sanctuary here.”
Realizing Benjamin remained oblivious to Elena’s true identity as the Harper family’s daughter, Cecily swiftly changed the subject, urging Sylvia to visit Darren.
Sylvia, balancing the freshly prepared soup in her hands, made her way to Darren’s company. Ostensibly, she was delivering a thoughtful meal, but in truth, she feared Darren might stumble upon the news about Elena.
She had carefully kept Darren in the dark about Elena’s true standing as the Harper family’s daughter. Although the news articles lacked Elena’s photograph, Sylvia worried that Darren might connect the dots. She couldn’t risk him discovering Elena’s identity before their wedding vows were exchanged.
Even though Darren professed his love for her, the Harper family stood as a titan among the elite in Klathe, and the Griffiths Group had spent years establishing their presence there. If the Griffiths family unearthed the truth, the consequences remained frighteningly unpredictable.
With fierce determination gleaming in her eyes, Sylvia gazed down at the soup cradled in her hands.
Barely ten minutes later, she arrived at the imposing entrance of Darren’s company. As a frequent visitor and recognized by all as Darren’s future wife, the receptionists welcomed her with familiar nods, granting her immediate access to the upper floors.
Darren’s assistant greeted her with a warm smile. “Miss Reed, here again with lunch for Mr. Griffiths. My, Mr. Griffiths is truly fortunate to enjoy homemade meals every day.”
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Sylvia covered her mouth with a delicate hand, offering a shy smile. “Darren simply abhors eating out; he finds pleasure only in my cooking. I worry constantly that he’ll neglect proper meals otherwise.” The assistant, a flicker of envy crossing her features, quickly stepped aside to afford them privacy.
Sylvia entered Darren’s office.
Darren sat engrossed in his work, his impeccable suit accentuating his aristocratic bearing, the fabric stretching perfectly across his broad shoulders before tapering to his trim waist. His elegant, well-defined fingers held an expensive fountain pen.
Sylvia’s heart swelled with adoration for this side of Darren. Only a man of his caliber deserved someone like her.
She gazed at him with unmasked admiration, approaching on silent feet. As she drew near, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
Darren’s lips curved into a smile as he settled Sylvia comfortably on his lap.
