Chapter 1000
Chapter 1000:
The sound of his voice filled Ellen with delight. She turned to face him and replied, “No worries. I just got here myself.” She couldn’t let on that she had arrived early, not wanting to appear too eager.
Johan’s expression shifted to one of surprise as he looked around the empty restaurant, questioning if there had been some error.
“Excuse me, are you Ellen Barton?” he inquired.
Ellen’s smile momentarily stiffened, thrown off by his odd tone. Pushing aside her rising bewilderment, she answered, “Yes, that’s me p>
The bouquet Johan had been holding slipped from his grasp, landing with a soft thud and scattering petals, unnoticed by him.
He said to Ellen, “The Ellen I’m familiar with doesn’t resemble you. She’s taller, has shorter hair, and prefers casual attire p>
With every word Johan uttered, Ellen’s expression grew increasingly grim. She had realized the truth—Johan had confused her for Yelena!
Ellen’s anger was evident as she rose abruptly. “Sorry to disappoint you!” she retorted sharply.
As she turned to leave, Johan quickly interjected, his expression desperate. “Do you have a sister, perhaps a cousin? What is her name p>
Fuming, Ellen had no desire to engage further. “Why should I tell you anything p>
Johan paused, visibly flustered, and then pleaded, “Please, I just want to meet her once more p>
Ellen’s expression darkened instantly at his plea.
Ellen snatched the iced Americano from the table and hurled it at Johan. The cold liquid splattered across his face, dripping from his hair in dark rivulets.
“You bastard! If you weren’t into me, then why did you tell my mother you were looking for Ellen Barton p>
“You’re Ellen Barton. Then who is she p>
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Johan hastily wiped his face, blinking in disbelief. He had never expected Ellen, seemingly so poised and elegant, to unleash such a fiery outburst. For a brief moment, he was completely at a loss.
The glass slammed onto the table with a sharp clang, shattering the restaurant’s chatter as the waiters turned in their direction.
One waiter stood frozen nearby, clutching a rag, hesitating to step forward. Ellen, her high heels clicking against the floor, stormed out, her floral skirt brushing against the rose petals scattered on the floor. Her phone vibrated incessantly—twenty friend requests from Johan flashing across the screen.
In the underground parking garage, she yanked off her extensions and flung them into the back seat. The glue from her hair extensions tugged painfully at her scalp. She stared at her smudged eyeliner in the mirror, frustration mounting, until she suddenly slammed her fist against the steering wheel.
“Yelena, Yelena—it’s always Yelena p>
Leanna’s voice crackled through the Bluetooth earbuds. “I told you, Yelena’s no good. You need to get rid of her, or she’ll never stop interfering in your life. She flirts with anyone. Today, she’s stealing Johan from you. Tomorrow, it’ll be someone else p>
“Shut up!” Ellen snarled, slamming her foot on the gas. Her Maserati shot forward, barely missing a cleaning cart as it sped out of the garage.
At the Barton estate, Yelena stood in Austin’s study, carefully labeling petri dishes when a loud bang startled her.
Ellen had kicked the door open, ignoring Maggie’s protests. Her Chanel chain bag flew onto the operating table, her smudged makeup a testament to her rage.
“Did you know all along p>
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