Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
Yelena stood up. “Since your men are here now, I’ll be on my way,” she said briskly, already turning to leave.
“Miss,” Austin called after her, his tone softer now. “At least tell me your name, so I can repay your kindness p>
“That won’t be necessary,” Yelena replied curtly, her voice cool but final.
Before he could utter another word, she was already gone. Trouble was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
After being saved, Austin’s sharp gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a spark of intrigue lighting up his otherwise steely expression.
How had she pinpointed the poison merely by taking his pulse?
Her precision, her unshaken calm, and her evident expertise—it all defied belief.
One thing was certain, though: as long as she remained in Eighfast, he would find her again.
Yelena walked away without a glance behind her, her focus already shifting to the next step in her journey.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft hum of an approaching car. A sleek, custom-built extended Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop in front of her, its polished exterior gleaming even under the dim streetlights. Yelena froze momentarily, as she’d only ever seen such extravagance in magazines and on television.
The door opened with precise smoothness, and a middle-aged man stepped out. His movements were deliberate, his posture immaculate, and his expression carried a quiet reverence.
“Miss Harris, we’ve finally found you! I am Sebastian Holden, the Harris family’s butler. At the request of Mr. and Mrs. Harris, I am here to escort you home p>
“Me? Miss Harris?” Yelena asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. What was he talking about?
𝒇𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓱𝒆𝓭 𝒕𝓱𝓮𝓷𝒏𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓿𝒆𝓼
The Roberts family had mentioned her biological parents were impoverished villagers from the remote region of Phurg.
Yet here stood a man whose demeanor and the car he emerged from spoke of nothing but wealth and privilege.
“Yes, you!” Sebastian confirmed, his tone measured yet warm. “You are the eldest daughter of the Harris family.
Your mother got emotional and almost fainted when she learned of your existence, and your father instructed me to personally ensure your safe return. Please, come with me p>
Sebastian, his expression composed yet filled with deference, stepped forward and held the car door open for her.
Yelena’s mind raced. Could the Roberts family’s investigation have been wrong—or deliberately misleading?
Her bewilderment gave way to resolve. She had always intended to find her biological parents. If someone had come to take her to them, why hesitate?
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the car. The door clicked shut with a reassuring softness, and the vehicle glided away from the curb.
The Elite Villas was the pinnacle of prestige in Eighfast, an exclusive enclave of just twelve luxurious residences, each home to the city’s most powerful and influential figures.
As the car glided through the winding private roads leading to the exclusive villa district, Sebastian’s voice brimmed with reverent enthusiasm. “Miss Harris, you have an older brother, Cayson Harris, and a younger adopted sister, Bella Harris. Your parents have missed you deeply. For years, they’ve scoured the country, sparing no effort to find you p>