Chapter 261
Chapter 261:
Satisfied with how things panned out, Brody phoned Yelena to share the good news; the mess had been cleaned up.
Yelena couldn’t hide her delight at Brody’s swift and efficient handling of the ordeal.
With the drama squashed, the Internet, once ablaze with gossip, had finally simmered down.
Meanwhile, Bella, who initially intended to sit back and enjoy the chaos, found herself blindsided by the unexpected turn of events.
She fumed at Sonya’s incompetence—calling her an outright fool.
Bella quickly realized that relying on others was a dead end. If she wanted to topple Yelena, she’d have to do it herself.
And with Yelena on high alert after this fiasco, Bella knew she’d have to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Monica was also watching the drama unfold with equal frustration. In a bid to fan the flames, she had gone so far as to create a burner account to stir up trouble. After all, if Yelena was indeed such a horrible person, someone had to expose her for it.
But when the situation flipped on its head, Monica was left seething. For now, though, she’d lay low, quietly scheming her next move to edge closer to Austin.
With the dust finally settling, Yelena found herself in high spirits. On a whim, a craving for something sweet hit her.
Her mind immediately wandered to Mellow Bakery, the beloved hotspot for desserts that could brighten anyone’s day.
Yelena had a soft spot for their cheesecake—delightfully sweet without being over the top, a surefire way to lift her spirits whenever she needed a pick-me-up.
When she arrived at the shop, it was noticeably quieter than usual. Midday wasn’t exactly peak hour, she guessed, with only a few customers scattered about. “Could you pack two slices of cheesecake for me, please?” Yelena asked, her tone polite but warm. She always made it a point to grab an extra slice for her mother, who adored them just as much.
Just then, a voice she knew all too well chimed in from behind. “One slice of cheesecake, please p>
Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ
Yelena’s head instinctively turned toward the voice. The owner of it did the same—and their eyes met.
Monica!
The world really was too small, Yelena mused with a faint sigh.
But considering they weren’t exactly on friendly terms, she decided not to acknowledge Monica.
The memory of the recent high-society party still lingered in Yelena’s mind—Monica had barely concealed her hostility.
Yelena figured there was no point in pretending to be chummy now, so she simply played it cool, acting as if Monica were just another stranger in the shop.
Monica, however, had other ideas. Flashing a polite yet pointed smile, she glanced at Yelena and said, “Miss Roberts, what a surprise running into you here! Out grabbing dessert, I see? And here I thought you’d be tied up dealing with… your little predicaments p>
It was a subtle jab, sugarcoated with charm, but Yelena felt the sting all the same.
“How thoughtful of you, Miss Mitchell,” Yelena replied, her tone as cool as winter frost.
“It’s always wise to leave room for future encounters. A grateful heart goes a long way.” Monica seized the moment, her voice laced with the kind of faux wisdom that grated on nerves.
Yelena let out a dry laugh, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, if you don’t know the whole story, it’s better to stay quiet. Otherwise, you risk coming across as… well, rather uninformed p>
Monica’s composure faltered, her mask slipping as anger bubbled to the surface. “You… with your tangled past, you’d do well to steer clear of Austin,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.