Chapter 175:
A satisfied smile spread across Darren’s face. “Sylvia, you’re the best.”
In Darren’s mind, he couldn’t help but drift to Elena—that conniving woman who had destroyed…
The delicate collaboration between the Griffiths and Spencer families had provoked Malcolm’s ire.
Darren vowed that Elena’s climbing into Malcolm’s bed did not make her untouchable. A ruthless glint hardened his eyes. “Elena sabotaged my family’s collaboration with the Spencer Group. This partnership is critical for my family. With it, the Griffiths family will ascend into Klathe’s highest social circles, and Sylvia, you’ll be once you marry me. Therefore, we cannot allow Elena to continue her manipulations. I learned from your mother that your grandmother has been strategically hidden away. Once we locate your grandmother, Elena will have no choice but to obey.”
Yet, Sylvia was utterly clueless about where Cecily had concealed Sheila. “Darren, I don’t know where my grandma is either.”
Darren lifted her chin, his lips drawing tantalizingly close. “Sylvia, for our future, it would be invaluable if you could uncover her whereabouts. You don’t need to do anything complicated. Simply obtain the address from your mother and relay it to me. I’ll manage the rest.”
His plan was calculated: use Sheila as leverage against Elena, compelling Elena to find a way to persuade Malcolm into restoring the collaboration between the Griffiths and Spencer families.
Darren was convinced Elena didn’t know Wesley. Someone of Wesley’s caliber would never genuinely be interested in her.
Darren assumed the key was Malcolm. Elena must have slandered the Griffiths family to Malcolm after their intimate encounter, ultimately leading Malcolm to persuade the Spencer family to terminate the collaborative agreement with the Griffiths.
Sylvia heard only one thing that mattered: she would be bathed in wealth and privilege once she and Darren tied the knot. By then, her status would far surpass Elena’s.
The mere thought ignited a triumphant smile across Sylvia’s lips. “Darren, I’ll definitely find out.”
Darren smirked and kissed her.
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When Elena returned home, Jolie was still awake.
As Elena stepped inside, Jolie rose from her seat. “Have you eaten? I’ve prepared soup in the kitchen. Would you like me to have it brought to you?”
Elena nodded. “Thank you, Mom.”
Jolie’s smile was soft and affectionate. “Wash your hands first.”
Emerging from the bathroom after cleaning her hands, Elena discovered a thoughtfully prepared meal. A steak lay beside the soup—a dish she had mentioned offhandedly, yet Jolie had remembered.
The warm yellow light fell gently on Jolie, creating a soft glow around her. She wore a dress with a beige shawl draped gracefully over her shoulders. Her long hair was neatly pinned up, exuding an understated elegance that spoke of quiet refinement. Her eyes, filled with maternal love, looked at Elena.
Elena felt a subtle warmth seeping through her, melting the frost that had long guarded her heart. She settled at the table, Jolie’s presence a comforting, silent companion.
