Chapter 226
Chapter 226:
John decided it was time to steer the conversation, a gentle nudge to make Monica rethink her expectations. “So, Austin,” he called out, leaning back in his chair casually, “have you heard from Yelena lately p>
Austin glanced up, his expression neutral. “Not really. I just saw her when I came in earlier. Didn’t you see her p>
John shook his head. “No, I must’ve missed her. Or maybe she left before I arrived p>
As they continued discussing Yelena, Monica’s interest sharpened.
Yelena… Was she the woman who had caught Austin’s attention earlier? Both Austin and John seemed quite familiar with her.
A sense of unease settled over Monica like a shadow. She had never heard Austin speak of another woman with such ease before. His expression when mentioning Yelena was unfamiliar—light, natural, even joyful.
It was a stark contrast to the guarded, indifferent tone he usually reserved for women who attempted to get close to him.
Monica realized she couldn’t afford to ignore this Yelena. If she wanted to protect her standing in Austin’s life, she needed to know more.
The revelation left her distracted, her mind racing as she absentmindedly picked at her meal.
After dinner, Austin dropped Monica off at her hotel. She had hinted at wanting to visit a club with them—perhaps to spend more time with Austin or to gauge Yelena’s presence—but John quickly dismissed the idea. Though slightly annoyed, Monica didn’t argue. She had more pressing matters to handle.
Once inside her hotel suite, she wasted no time. Picking up her phone, she made several calls, activating her network of contacts. Her instructions were clear—find everything there was to know about Yelena.
Monica couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something important.
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The days flew by, and soon, it was time for the much-anticipated party.
Hosted by the Mitchell family, the event was the pinnacle of Eighfast’s social calendar, drawing attention from all corners of high society.
The Mitchells, with their deep roots in Kheley, held significant sway not just in Eighfast but across the region. Their connections to the Barton family—the undisputed leaders of Kheley’s elite—only added to their influence.
For many attendees, the party was more than just a social gathering—it was an opportunity to forge alliances and gain favor with the powerful.
This year’s event was particularly significant, as rumors swirled that the heiress of the Mitchell family from Kheley would be making an appearance. The mere mention of her presence had set the city’s elite buzzing with excitement. Everyone hoped to catch her attention, to form connections that might elevate their status.
At the Harris residence, the house was a whirlwind of activity as Yelena and Bella prepared for the evening. Donna had brought in top stylists to ensure her daughters were flawlessly styled for the event, where appearances mattered deeply.
Yelena sat calmly, needing only a light touch.
“Keep it simple,” she said.
Her natural beauty, a gift from Donna, made elaborate efforts unnecessary. The stylists worked quickly but carefully, enhancing her features with the subtlest touches. When they stepped back, the result was breathtaking.