Chapter 397
Chapter 397:
“That’s good to hear,” he said, his tone easing into casual. “I’ll head back to the meeting now p>
“Okay,” Yelena replied softly.
After hanging up, Yelena quickly glanced toward Tessa. Her eyes widened in shock as Bella was about to pour coffee on Tessa.
It was too late to rush over, but Yelena wasn’t going to just stand by.
With a swift motion, Yelena flicked her wrist, sending a silver needle straight toward Bella’s hand.
Bella let out a sharp yelp as the needle pierced her skin, causing her hand to jerk involuntarily. The hot coffee splashed onto her instead, scalding her through her thick winter coat.
Yelena rushed to Tessa’s side, pulling her away from the scene.
With a furrowed brow, Yelena turned to Tessa. “What were you thinking? She was about to pour coffee on you, and you just stood there like a deer in headlights p>
Tessa, still shaken, felt her heart begin to calm down, though her hands trembled slightly.
She gave Yelena an uneasy smile and muttered, “Sorry, I… um, froze p>
Yelena shook her head, her tone sharp. “You should be sorry—mostly to yourself. Why didn’t you move? You nearly got burned p>
“Yelena, I swear I’m going to—” Bella’s voice erupted, her scream cutting through the tense air. The hot coffee had scalded her, though luckily it was winter, and her thick coat softened the burn. It stung, but it wasn’t anything too serious—yet.
Yelena gave Bella a chilly look. “That’s what happens when you play with fire. If you hadn’t tried to hurt Tessa, you wouldn’t have ended up like this p>
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She paused for a moment, her gaze unwavering. “And by the way, did you see me do anything to you p>
Bella stood still for a moment, caught off guard by the situation. She hadn’t actually seen Yelena make a move against her—there was no concrete proof. It was just a gut feeling, an instinct.
With a sharp snort, Bella dismissed the thought and turned to leave, Madonna trailing closely behind.
“Bella, are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital for a check-up?” Madonna asked, concern written all over her face.
Bella had originally planned on heading to the hospital, but something caught her eye just then, and without hesitation, she changed course.
Madonna noticed it too. It was Cayson.
Her heart fluttered, and she quickened her pace to follow Bella, knowing that this was her golden chance to get closer to Cayson.
She had been shadowing Bella for this very opportunity. Madonna had always had a soft spot for Cayson, and while their relationship had been progressing well enough, the Prescott family wasn’t as established as some of the more prominent families in Eighfast. Cayson had many options, and Madonna, well, she wasn’t exactly in the running.
That meant she had to make every moment count, to seize any opportunity to make her presence known.
“Cayson!” Madonna called out, her voice full of eagerness.
Bella shot Madonna an irritated glance. Every time Madonna saw Cayson, she practically leaped at the chance to get close to him, wearing her enthusiasm like a badge of honor.
Normally, Bella would look down on someone like Madonna—so obvious, so desperate. But there was something about the way Madonna fawned over her that Bella couldn’t entirely ignore.
Of course, Bella wasn’t blind to Madonna’s real intentions. It was all about Cayson.