Chapter 244
Chapter 244:
Tatiana wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip through her fingers.
With the Roberts Group teetering on the edge of financial collapse, leveraging the Harris family’s influence was a chance too good to pass up. If handled correctly, their financial problems could disappear overnight.
She and Sonya stood on the grand Harris estate doorstep, waiting with feigned patience after ringing the bell. Moments later, a servant appeared, her demeanor polite but reserved.
“Hello,” the servant said, her tone professional. “May I ask who you’re here to see p>
Tatiana straightened her posture, exuding an air of entitlement. “We’re here to see Yelena, I’m her adoptive mother. Fetch her immediately,” she declared, a smug tilt to her chin.
Her arrogance was palpable, her tone dismissive, as though addressing a subordinate.
The servant’s expression faltered, her brow knitting into a subtle frown.
She immediately disliked Tatiana’s attitude but reminded herself to remain professional.
Given that Yelena had only recently reconnected with the Harris family, this overbearing woman might indeed be her adoptive mother.
Deciding to tread carefully, the servant replied with polite restraint, “Please wait here for a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Harris p>
“Fine, but don’t keep us waiting,” Tatiana snapped, her voice cutting like a blade. “We’re esteemed guests of the Harris family. Show some respect and act accordingly.” Her posture screamed entitlement, her chin tilted upward as if the world owed her deference.
In her mind, this visit wasn’t just reasonable—it was a privilege for the Harris family.
After all, hadn’t she raised Yelena? Surely, that alone granted her a place of honor.
What Tatiana conveniently buried, deep beneath layers of self-righteousness, was the truth. The harsh words, the abandonment, the utter dismissal of Yelena when she was no longer useful—those memories were swept aside, rewritten by a narrative that painted her as the noble, long-suffering caregiver.
Normally, Bella would have been out spending the day shopping or hanging out with friends, but lately, her mind had been consumed by one thing: Yelena.
Hearing the servant approach in haste, Bella glanced up, irritation flickering across her face.
“Why are you running around like that? Have some manners,” she snapped, her voice sharp and unfiltered.
Without the other members of the family around, Bella felt no need to maintain her usual facade of charm.
The servant, calm and composed, inclined her head respectfully.
“There are two women at the door. They claim to be Miss Yelena’s adoptive family and are asking to see her p>
Bella was momentarily caught off guard. Yelena’s adoptive family? Here?
Interesting.
Skepticism quickly replaced her surprise. If this so-called family had known about Yelena’s true identity, they would have appeared the moment her connection to the Harris family was revealed.