Chapter 137:
Indignant, Javier stormed over to Alexander’s house. When he discovered Elena was not at home, he waited by the door, determined to confront her as soon as she returned.
“What right do you have to force Elyse to move out? Even if this is your property, Elyse has made it her home for over twenty years,” Javier said. “You’re so selfish. Elyse is so vulnerable, and yet you mistreat her.”
Though often mischievous, Javier always stood firm in defending what he believed was right. In his eyes, Elyse needed his protection. After years of interactions, he had come to believe it was his duty to look after her. As a result, he often assumed the role of her guardian. This time was no different—the moment Elyse shed tears, he rushed to her defense.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Javier said sharply. “Go tell Alexander to let Elyse move back.”
Elena stood her ground. “Since you’re so concerned, why don’t you go talk to my dad yourself?”
Javier’s face stiffened, and a flash of unease crossed his eyes. “You think I dare not?”
But the truth was, Javier feared Alexander. Alexander, the leader of the Harper family, was a stern and serious man who rarely smiled. In Alexander’s presence, Javier felt as small as a mouse before a cat and always wished he could avoid him.
Elena couldn’t help but chuckle. Javier’s face turned a deeper shade of red from embarrassment. The sight of Elena’s amused smirk made his face heat up even more.
“What’s so funny? I’m serious—make Elyse come back, or you’ll regret it!” he threatened, swinging his fist in the air.
Elena’s smile faded as she looked at Javier with a cold stare. “It seems you’ve forgotten our last fight. Should I remind you that you can’t defeat me?”
Javier vividly remembered the last time Elena had him pinned against a wall. It was completely frustrating. He couldn’t beat her in a fight, nor could he outsmart her in an argument. But this time, he came prepared.
Javier confidently pulled out a notebook and said, “This is your design sketchbook. If you don’t allow Elyse to move back, I’ll burn it.”
Elena, previously relaxed, immediately became sharp and focused. “Hand it over.”
Lяtєst chᴀptєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑆.ｃΟм
Seeing her alarm, Javier smugly flipped through the pages of the notebook. “You want this back? Let Elyse move back first.”
Elena’s face grew tense, her anger quietly simmering inside her. She had cherished that notebook for six years; it held all her sketches from that period. For a designer, a sketchbook was as precious as a child. Elena had always considered Javier simply foolish, but now she realized he was both stupid and malicious.
Elena scoffed, her laughter tinged with fury. “You really are Elyse’s loyal servant.”
“What did you just say?” Javier shouted. “Someone as selfish and cruel as you could never grasp the connection Elyse and I share!” Their bond was deeper than that of true siblings. With his other hand, he pulled out a lighter.
“Elena, say one more word, and your sketchbook goes up in flames right here.”
The blue flames from the lighter flickered dangerously close, threatening to set the notebook ablaze. Elena’s fingers tightened, ready to react, but someone else was quicker. Jeffry, who had just parked and walked up from the garage, intervened with lightning-fast reflexes, kicking the lighter and sending it skidding across the ground.
