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Her beauty was Priscilla’s weapon, and the century–old legacy of Price Nation gave her the audacity to act without restraint. To be her enemy or her ally–neither was an easy path.
Elara extended her hand and accepted the gift Priscilla offered. “Thank you, Ms. Price. I’ll be sure to cherish your gift.”
She cast a cold glance at Harold. He instinctively shrank back, clutching his head, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Priscilla watched Elara’s retreating figure with a satisfied sirk. No one had ever resisted her advances, least of all a woman like Elara, who had spent seven years as a housewife.
A woman like that would be easily swayed by kindness. They were forever grateful for even the smallest favor.
Before leaving, Priscilla sneered at Harold and tossed out one last remark
“Don’t ever let me see you again. You? Trying to land someone like her? Dream on! You should take a long, hard look in the mirror and see how pathetic you are.”
Once Priscilla had disappeared into the distance, the foreigner finally reached down and helped Harold up.
“That woman, Elara–what’s her connection to Leonard?”
Harold, who was still sprawled on the ground, writhed in pain.
“Lorenzo! Take me to the hospital already!”
Lorenzo Sanchez ignored his plea and instead shook Harold’s shoulders mercilessly, making him wince and roll his eyes in agony.
“Just tell me! That woman you were pestering–does she know Leonard Fisher?”
Harold gritted his teeth against the pain and groaned. “She’s the ex–wife of the CEO of Fisher Corp. Of course, she knows Leonard.
“He was the one who pushed for her admission into the Hawke University junior program back in the d
Slowly sitting up, Harold clutched his waist. “Wait–why are you so interested in her? I just got beaten half to death, and you don’t even care?”
Lorenzo had already let go of him. Standing tall, he stared in the direction Elara had left with an unreadable. expression.
“I thought she looked familiar. She might be the one who slipped through the cracks five years ago.” “What do you mean, ‘slipped through the cracks‘?” Harold lifted his head to look at him, but Lorenzo didn’t
answer.
After saying goodbye to Priscilla, Elara stepped into the elevator. She pulled out her phone and saw a message from Theodore.
“Elara, do you have another dog outside?”
Attached was a meme of a puppy hiding in the shadows, pecking out with a suspicious expression.
Elara replied, “I don’t remember adopting a dog.”
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Her beauty was Priscilla’s weapon, and the century–old legacy of Price Nation gave her the audacity to act without restraint. To be her enemy or her ally–neither was an easy path.
Elara extended her hand and accepted the gift Priscilla offered. “Thank you, Ms. Price. I’ll be sure to cherish your gift.”
She cast a cold glance at Harold. He instinctively shrank back, clutching his head, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Priscilla watched Elara’s retreating figure with a satisfied smirk. No one had ever resisted her advances, least of all a woman like Elara, who had spent seven years as a housewife.
A woman like that would be easily swayed by kindness. They were forever grateful for even the smallest favor. Before leaving, Priscilla sneered at Harold and tossed out one last remark.
“Don’t ever let me see you again. You? Trying to land someone like her? Dream on! You should take a long, hard look in the mirror and see how pathetic you are.”
Once Priscilla had disappeared into the distance, the foreigner finally reached down and helped Harold up.
“That woman, Elara–what’s her connection to Leonard?”
Harold, who was still sprawled on the ground, writhed in pain.
“Lorenzo! Take me to the hospital already!”
Lorenzo Sanchez ignored his plea and instead shook Harold’s shoulders mercilessly, making him wince and roll his eyes in agony
“Just tell me! That woman you were pestering–does she low Leonard Fisher?”
Harold gritted his teeth against the pain and groaned. “She’s the ex–wife of the CEO of Fisher Corp. Of course, she knows Leonard.
“He was the one who pushed for her admission into the Hawke University junior program back in the day.”
Slowly sitting up, Harold clutched his waist. “Wait–why are you so interested in her? I just got beaten half to death, and you don’t even care?
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Lorenzo had already let go of him. Standing tall, he stared in the direction Elara had left with an unreadable. expression.
“I thought she looked familiar. She might be the one who slipped through the cracks five years ago.”
“What do you mean, ‘slipped through the cracks‘?” Harold lifted his head to look at him, but Lorenzo didn’t
answer.
After saying goodbye to Priscilla, Elara stepped into the elevator. She pulled out her phone and saw a message from Theodore.
“Elara, do you have another dog outside?”
Attached was a meme of a puppy hiding in the shadows, peeking out with a suspicious expression.
Elara replied, “I don’t remember adopting a dog,”
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“Woof Woof!”
A chuckle slipped from her lips, her shoulders shaking slightly as amusement spread across her face. Then, another message popped up–a selfie from Theodore.
In the photo, his shirt was unbuttoned. His broad chest was partially exposed, revealing a sculpted eight–pack. But what truly caught her attention was the black collar wrapped around his neck.
Elara instinctively zoomed in. Heat surged through her as her breath grew inexplicably warmer. But Theodore deleted the photo just as quickly.
What the hell? Was that like a free preview of his selfie that only lasted three seconds? Did she need a VIP subscription to see it again?
Elara was fuming.
Before she could react, another selfie appeared.
This time, the collar had a leash attached. Theodore held the other end in his hand.
“When are you taking me for a walk?”
Elara’s tongue grazed the inside of her upper teeth, a sudden shiver running through her.
Damn, how bold of him!
Just then, she noticed the chemical scent in the elevator growing stronger. Her instincts flared, and she knew something was wrong
She immediately pressed the emergency button. But as her vision blurred, her phone slipped from her fingers, landing near her feet.
Her last conscious thought?
Men were nothing but trouble.
