Chapter 183
Chapter 183:
After all, this place wasn’t for just anyone. It was exclusive, requiring wealth, power, and the right connections to enter.
And Yelena? Sonya simply couldn’t fathom how someone like Yelena had managed to step inside. The only explanation Sonya could imagine was that Yelena had slipped in unnoticed, a shameless intruder playing out of her league.
In truth, Sonya didn’t know the first thing about raw gemstones. She was simply tagging along with Roger, playing the supportive role.
As for Roger, he dabbled in gemstone collecting like so many other wealthy heirs. Whether he actually knew what he was doing, however, was another question entirely.
For men like him, it was either women or stones—one indulgence or the other.
Yelena paid them no mind. The best way to handle people like this was to act as if they didn’t exist.
Her indifference, however, only fueled Roger’s irritation. Feeling slighted, he turned to Sonya with a deliberate flourish.
“Sonya, I’ll pick out the best stone for you later,” he said loudly, ensuring Yelena could hear. “I’ll have it made into a top-quality bracelet, just for you p>
Sonya’s eyes lit up as she clung to his arm. “Really? Roger, you’re the best! I knew you’d take care of me! I can’t wait,” she gushed, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness.
Yelena suppressed the urge to gag. She had always known Sonya was pretentious, but this performance was on another level.
Her overly sweet tone and exaggerated expressions made Yelena’s skin crawl. It was almost fascinating, in a horrifying way, to see Sonya stoop to this level.
Did Sonya not see Roger for what he was? His smug, lecherous smirk was hard to miss. How could anyone treasure a man like that?
Unbelievable.
𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭
“Of course, darling,” Roger said, puffing out his chest. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world—unlike certain fools here p>
The jab was unmistakable, his gaze flickering briefly to Yelena as he spoke.
Roger couldn’t fathom why Yelena wasn’t interested in him.
Other women would fall over themselves for a chance to be with the heir of the Ellis family, but Yelena’s complete indifference felt like an insult.
Yelena, however, merely rolled her eyes, unimpressed. The absurdity of the scene was almost laughable. Roger’s ego and Sonya’s theatrics made them a perfect pair. Truly, they deserved each other. A match made in heaven—if heaven were full of insufferable pretenders.
Roger stepped forward, his confidence swelling as he selected a raw stone from the pile. It was oval-shaped, with a faint greenish sheen on its surface, hinting at the possibility of emerald within.
The gleam made it look promising, at least to an untrained eye.
Roger had been dabbling in this for a while, and though he got lucky only occasionally, his successes had given him an inflated sense of skill.
He held the stone up, angling it toward Yelena as though presenting a trophy.
“Take a good look,” he proclaimed, his voice loud and arrogant. “This is the raw stone I chose p>
Yelena spared the stone a fleeting glance, her lips curling into a faint, icy smile. “I have to commend you on your skill,” she said with mock sincerity. “It’s not easy to single out the worst stone from such a selection. But then again, your taste in stones matches your taste in women—always aiming for the bottom of the barrel p>
Yelena’s words sliced through the air, leaving the crowd momentarily stunned.
Silence stretched for a beat before murmurs erupted, punctuated by poorly stifled laughter. Yelena’s sharp wit had hit its mark, and her delivery was flawless.