Chapter 110:
Both men turned their gaze to Elena in unison.
Elena raised her eyebrow slightly. The association had bombarded her inbox with numerous emails regarding this request, all of which she had politely declined. However, considering their genuine effort to clear her name in this unfortunate situation, Elena nodded with subtle grace. “I’ll pass on the company offers, but I agree to serve as the president.”
“That’s wonderful!”
Both men beamed with unbridled joy. This unexpected turn of events represented a tremendous coup for the jewelry design community in Klathe.
Having secured Elena’s promise, they immediately departed to issue a statement clearing her name and to share the good news with other members of the association.
The Jewelry Design Association prominently displayed the news on their homepage in an effort to clear Elena’s name. Those who had clamored for Elena’s expulsion from the industry vanished overnight, replaced by a wave of fervent fans online.
“Wait, you’re telling me the mysterious design genius Helena Walsh is actually Elena Harper, the daughter of the Harper family? Good heavens! Elena is not only blessed with extraordinary talent but also graced with classic beauty!”
“Helena is incredible! At twenty, I was still stumbling through life trying to find my path, while she had already ascended to the pinnacle of international design!”
“Helena woke up to find the world in chaos—turns out she was accused of plagiarizing herself. The irony is absolutely delicious!”
“I dare anyone to breathe a word against Elena again; I’ll stand as her shield and sword without hesitation.”
This time, the Harper family didn’t intervene in the public discourse, and the news spread like wildfire across the internet.
Even Sylvia and Darren, far away in Foiclens, caught wind of it. Sylvia stared at her phone, reading the news repeatedly, her knuckles white from gripping the device.
That bitch Elena was actually Helena!
Sylvia recalled being forced to spend fifty million on a ruby pendant at Helena’s boutique, her heart breaking over the expense. That expenditure had drained her wedding budget, leaving her unable to afford a custom wedding dress and forcing her to settle for an ordinary one. Elena must have done it on purpose, unable to bear seeing her living a happy life with Darren.
Cecily noticed Sylvia’s distraction. “Sylvia, what are you looking at? I’ve called you several times, and you didn’t respond.”
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Sylvia snapped back to reality, quickly shutting her phone. “It’s nothing, Mom. I made some soup, and I’m going to take it to Darren. He’s been so busy with the Griffiths Group’s collaboration with our family.”
Cecily nodded approvingly. “Darren is the future heir of the Griffiths family. Many yearn to stand by his side, but his eyes seek only you. Families with daughters throughout Foiclens burn with envy that we’ve secured such an outstanding future son-in-law. Sylvia, you must tend to his needs with care and win his heart.”
“Completely.” The Reed family clung desperately to their alliance with the Griffiths family. Without Darren’s intervention, they would have crumbled into bankruptcy.
Cecily straightened with pride, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Previously, the elite women of Foiclens had looked down upon the Reed family, dismissing them as mere nouveau riche and deliberately excluding Cecily from their prestigious gatherings. But now, with the flourishing business collaboration between the Griffiths and Reed families and Darren and Sylvia’s impending engagement, those same people fell over themselves to curry favor with Cecily.
