Chapter 166:
Darren hesitated, attempting to justify himself, but as his gaze met Malcolm’s unwavering smile, unease slowly crept in. With no other option, he turned toward Elena, desperate. “Elena, I didn’t mean it like that. I misspoke. Please, speak to Mr. Johnson on my behalf—for my grandfather’s sake, let this go just this once.”
Shameless. What kind of man could be this brazen? This was the unspoken thought of everyone present. Just moments ago, he was accusing her of being unfaithful, questioning her purity, and now he was pleading for her help.
Malcolm remained silent, watching with interest to see how Elena would respond. His involvement today was driven by two things—business, and his loyalty to Wesley.
Having known Wesley for years, Malcolm had never seen him show the slightest interest in a woman. Countless women had pursued Wesley, yet he had never given them the time of day. Even the daughter of the influential Garrett family couldn’t catch his eye. But now, for the first time, Wesley seemed to care about someone—Elena. Naturally, Malcolm was inclined to support him.
Elena’s voice was icy as she said to Darren, “If it weren’t for your grandfather, you wouldn’t still be standing here unharmed.”
She had intended to settle matters peacefully and sever ties with the Griffiths family once and for all out of respect for Aldin. But Darren had pushed his luck. She would not let him off the hook easily.
Elena added, “Why should I let this slide? We’re all adults. Since you’ve said something reckless, you should face the music. Even a child understands that.”
Darren lifted his head in disbelief. How dare she… Did she no longer care about locating Sheila?
Just as Darren was about to remind Elena, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Darren was puzzled. Why was she making a call now of all times? He began, “Elena, you—”
“Mr. Spencer,” Elena cut Darren off by speaking into the phone.
Darren froze. Mr. Spencer? Did she just call Wesley?
Darren’s breath hitched, his pupils narrowing as he blurted out, “What, Mr. Spencer? Stop pretending!”
Wesley was a figure shrouded in mystery, rarely seen. Darren had made every effort to establish connections in Klathe but had never even caught a glimpse of Wesley. Beyond that, Wesley was known for being distant and uninterested in romance. In fact, whispers in Klathe suggested he had no desire for women at all.
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Darren was convinced Elena couldn’t possibly know Wesley. She was likely bluffing, using Wesley’s name to scare him.
Darren snorted. “Elena, even though you hold a grudge against me and don’t want to clear things up with Mr. Johnson, fine. But don’t act like you’re acquainted with Wesley. He’s not just anyone. Sure, you’re attractive, but Wesley isn’t the kind of man to fall for a pretty face. He wouldn’t be tempted by you.”
At that very moment, miles away, Wesley sneezed.
Malcolm had to stifle a laugh. Why did Darren make it sound like Wesley wasn’t straight?
Darren’s confidence surged as he examined Elena, expecting to see embarrassment written all over her face. But she remained composed.
“I heard you’re planning to partner with the Griffiths family,” Elena said flatly into the phone. “Since you haven’t secured what you wanted yet, cancel your cooperation with them.”
