Chapter 242
Chapter 242:
It was, admittedly, a bold move, and he wasn’t entirely sure it would work. Yet when Yelena accepted his offer without outright rejection, a quiet sense of relief settled over him.
A flicker of disbelief crossed Yelena’s face. Passing by? Really? Did he think she was that gullible?
She didn’t press him further, though. What was the point? Digging for answers would only yield more awkwardness.
Instead, she sighed inwardly, resigning herself to the situation. “Tonight has been nothing short of a disaster, and the source of it all is sitting right next to me,” she thought.
Leaning back, Yelena closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise in her head with the distance to her home still considerable. The rhythmic hum of the car offered small comfort.
Tomorrow would bring another storm. High society would be buzzing with rumors—speculations, exaggerations, and half-truths whispered over breakfast tables and shared in hushed tones at the next soirée. Yelena sighed quietly to herself. She had long mastered the art of ignoring the noise.
Austin’s gaze lingered on Yelena as the car sped quietly through the night. Her serene profile, illuminated by the faint glow of passing streetlights, held his attention.
Meanwhile, at the Roberts estate, Sonya stormed through the grand double doors, her heels echoing loudly against the marble floors.
“Mom! You won’t believe what happened!” she shouted, practically vibrating with emotion as she searched for Tatiana.
Tatiana, sitting elegantly in the drawing room, frowned at her daughter’s unseemly display.
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“Sonya, you are a lady, and you would do well to remember that. Compose yourself,” she admonished, her voice sharp with disapproval.
But Sonya brushed off the reprimand with an impatient wave of her hand.
“Mom, this is serious! I can’t stay calm. Listen to me—Yelena, that little brat, she’s the daughter of the Harris family! And not just that, she knows the heir of the top family in Kheley!” Sonya’s voice rose with emotion.
Tatiana’s elegant façade faltered slightly, her brow furrowing as she stared at her daughter.
“What nonsense are you talking about? How could Yelena, of all people, be the daughter of the Harris family? They’re the wealthiest in Eighfast! This is such a ridiculous claim p>
“I saw it with my own eyes! Yelena was at the party tonight, Mom! She fit right in with the elite, rubbing shoulders with them like she’d been there her whole life. I even confirmed it—she’s really the Harris daughter. That little nobody suddenly turned into the heir of the wealthiest family!” Sonya exclaimed, her frustration mounting.
Being the daughter of the wealthiest family in town meant Yelena had everything. Endless money. Power. Influence.
The Harris family—a name synonymous with power and wealth. And Yelena, the girl who had lived under her family’s roof for so many years, now carried that name.
Sonya found that hard to accept.
Tatiana’s mind worked quickly, her lips pressing into a thin line as an idea began to form. “The daughter of the wealthiest family in town,” she murmured, half to herself.