Chapter 187:

She slipped into a white dress paired with silver stilettos, her face adorned with flawlessly applied, subtle makeup. Every detail of her attire mimicked Elena’s signature style, and as she stepped out, she exuded confidence—chin raised, posture poised.

Meanwhile, Elena stared at the location displayed on her phone, her expression icy. An hour earlier, a brief text from Sylvia had arrived, containing nothing but Sheila’s supposed medical details and the address of a café. Sylvia had summoned her for a confrontation.

Before heading out, Elena investigated the hospital named in the report. Within minutes, she breached its records, confirming that Sheila had never been admitted or treated there. The entire report was fabricated.

Rather than confronting Sylvia’s deceit immediately, Elena instructed Lydia to track Sylvia’s movements and uncover Sheila’s actual location.

The moment Sylvia secured Sheila’s location, she dialed Sheila’s number to verify her whereabouts.

Unbeknownst to Sylvia, that very call gave Elena the information she needed to locate Sheila.

By the time Elena stepped into the café, Lydia was already on her way to retrieve Sheila.

A soft chime rang as the café’s entrance swung open.

Elena strode in, dressed entirely in black—her fitted short-sleeved top and cargo pants enhancing her striking presence. The simplicity of her outfit only heightened her allure, making her radiant features even more captivating against the dark contrast. Her arrival instantly turned heads.

Sylvia’s gaze darkened with envy as she observed Elena’s effortlessly commanding presence. Why did this woman command such attention with minimal effort, while her own carefully curated appearance barely earned a glance?

Elena had no interest in Sylvia’s inner turmoil. Her sharp eyes scanned the room before she walked straight to Sylvia’s table and took a seat across from her.

Without wasting a moment, Elena got to the point. “What do you want?”

Sylvia had deliberately arranged this meeting in secrecy, away from prying eyes.

Believing she held the upper hand, Sylvia sat up straighter. “You saw my message. You know I have Sheila. Let’s not beat around the bush—I’ll be blunt. Stay away from Darren and immediately reinstate the partnership between the Spencer and Griffiths families. Sheila isn’t in the best condition, and if you don’t cooperate, I can’t promise how long she will hold on.”

Elena casually swirled the coffee in her cup.

When Sylvia finished speaking, she noticed Elena remained completely unfazed. Her brows furrowed. “Did you hear me? If you ever want to see Sheila again, you’ll do as I say.”

Suddenly, a chuckle echoed in the hushed café.

Sylvia stiffened as she saw Elena lift her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. Was Elena out of her mind? How could she still be smiling? Shouldn’t she be worried? Didn’t Sheila mean everything to her? Why wasn’t she panicking?

Unsettled, Sylvia demanded, “What’s so funny?”

Elena’s voice dripped with mockery. “I should be thanking you. Without your foolishness, I wouldn’t have found Sheila’s location this quickly.”

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