Chapter 217
Chapter 217:
Austin rarely spoke harshly, especially to women. Politeness was practically ingrained in him. But Sonya was far from ordinary—her venomous words and malicious intent made her a different breed altogether. She wasn’t just crossing a line; she was sprinting past it, begging for trouble.
Sonya’s cheeks burned, a fiery mix of humiliation and fury igniting within her.
How dare he? How dare anyone speak to her like that? Her lips parted, ready to snap back, but Austin’s piercing gaze froze her in place. Those cold, unyielding eyes seemed to root her to the ground.
Furious, she clenched her fists, but no words came out. Her mind raced—how had Yelena crossed paths with someone so… terrifying?
Tatiana, who had been silently fuming, finally lost her composure. She took a sharp step forward, her voice slicing through the tension like a blade. “Who do you think you are, speaking to my daughter like that?” she snapped. Her eyes darted to Yelena, brimming with disdain. “Yelena, your taste in company is as appalling as ever p>
“Careful, now,” Yelena said, her tone low but sharp enough to cut. “You’re treading on thin ice.” Austin raised a brow, faintly amused by their fire.
The pair was entertaining, in their way—a mother and daughter duo with claws out, hissing like cornered cats. Still, their theatrics weren’t worth his time.
“We’re leaving,” he said simply, his voice smooth but brooking no argument.
“Fine,” Yelena said, her own irritation evident as she stepped toward him.
Encounters with Tatiana and Sonya were never anything but messy, and this one was no exception.
As they walked away, Sonya’s anger spilled over. “Mom, did you see that? Yelena just stood there and let that man talk to me like I was nothing! She’s so ungrateful—after everything you and Dad did for her. She doesn’t deserve any of it p>
Tatiana barely heard her daughter’s rant. Her focus was locked on the fading figures of Yelena and that imposing man. A gnawing unease stirred in her chest.
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Tatiana blinked, unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Yelena and Austin had left in a sleek, gleaming Rolls-Royce—the kind of car that exuded wealth and status, its value easily soaring into the millions. She remembered Jonathan mentioning the model once in conversation.
But how could Yelena, of all people, step into such luxury? What status did she possibly have to afford something so extravagant?
Her thoughts shifted to the man—Austin. His face was a blank slate in her memory, utterly unfamiliar.
Tatiana prided herself on knowing all the key players of Eighfast’s elite. If he were one of them, she would have recognized him immediately.
Who was that man, really?
The way he moved, the way he shielded Yelena as though she were precious to him, spoke volumes. Protective, certainly. Smitten? Likely.
It wasn’t surprising, though. Yelena always had a knack for drawing people in, weaving her charm like a net.
Tatiana’s lips thinned as realization dawned—she needed to be more careful in the future. Whatever Yelena was entangled in, it was bigger than it seemed.
“Mom, what are you staring at?” Sonya’s voice cut through her thoughts, sharp with impatience.