Chapter 939
Chapter 939:
Maggie didn’t waste any time letting Aitana know that Yelena had arrived.
As Yelena and Austin stepped into the Barton family estate, she couldn’t help but be stunned by the sheer extravagance that defined Kheley’s elite.
The Barton family estate stood at the very heart of Kheley, a masterpiece of lavish design. Every detail exuded luxury, yet despite its grandeur, it retained an air of timeless elegance.
The meticulously landscaped pines in the courtyard spoke of affluence.
“Feeling nervous?” Austin asked softly, giving Yelena’s hand a gentle squeeze. He wanted her to know that if any unease crept in, she had nothing to worry about—he was right there beside her.
With a playful smile, Yelena shook her head and replied, “There’s no need to be nervous. After all, they are just people, and people don’t bite.” Austin laughed heartily at her earnest demeanor.
While Yelena appeared calm, she sensed Austin’s anxiety. His earlier question about her nerves seemed ironic, as Austin appeared more apprehensive himself.
Entering the bustling main room, Yelena was greeted by a crowd. Truly, the room was filled with people.
Scanning the attendees, Yelena recognized only Maggie and Leonel from their previous visits to Eighfast.
Seated at the head of the table, as expected, was Aitana. She didn’t look too well, exactly as Austin had described. Despite her weakness, Aitana’s face lit up with a radiant smile upon seeing Yelena.
“Step closer so I can see you better.” Aitana gave Yelena a warm smile and gestured for her to come nearer.
Yelena glanced at Austin, who hesitantly let go of her hand.
At that moment, a soft yet scornful snicker could be heard nearby. Yelena’s ears picked it up distinctly.
Turning towards the sound, she noticed two young women sitting together. One of them sported a fashionable, short haircut that highlighted her graceful neck, exuding a crisp, fresh vibe.
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This girl bore a slight resemblance to Austin, leading Yelena to surmise she was the younger sister that he had mentioned, Ellen Barton.
Beside Ellen sat another girl, unfamiliar to Yelena.
Both of them watched Yelena closely.
The girl with Ellen, Leanna Palmer, leaned over and whispered to Ellen, “Poor Austin, tied down by some ancient family pact to marry someone like her p>
Ellen’s expression tightened. She didn’t like Yelena either. Despite her mother’s high regard for Yelena, Ellen’s dislike grew with each compliment.
In Maggie’s view, Yelena was quite the catch. Yet Ellen struggled to see what was so special about someone from such humble beginnings.
Now seeing Yelena in person, Ellen admitted Yelena was indeed attractive but found her simple dress lacked sophistication—it seemed inexpensive and unsophisticated. She didn’t think Yelena was a suitable match for Austin.
“Greetings, Mrs. Barton,” Yelena said, approaching Aitana with a courteous smile.
Aitana smiled warmly. “Good evening! No need to be so formal, though. You’re Austin’s fiancée, so just call me Aitana p>
While handing Yelena a package, Aitana added, “This is a little something to welcome you p>
The gift was obviously of some worth, even without unwrapping it.
Yelena expressed her gratitude. “Thank you, Aitana. I’m sorry that I came in a hurry and didn’t bring anything for you. Next time, let’s go shopping together, and I’ll pick something out that you’d really like.” Aitana dismissed the formality with a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just take it. I really don’t need anything p>