Chapter 228:

Trailing behind them were three strikingly attractive young individuals. Jeffry was clad in a meticulously tailored ebony suit, his sculpted physique—broad shoulders, tapered waist, and lengthy legs—enhancing his sharply defined, almost regal features.

Louis opted for an ivory suit paired with a bow tie, his golden locks accentuating his aristocratic presence and deep-set eyes.

Positioned between them, Elena wore a knee-length white dress, modest yet graceful. Her silky tresses, cascading like a waterfall, had been elegantly gathered, unveiling her smooth forehead and delicate visage. Despite her typically eye-catching beauty, her understated attire lent her a refreshing charm.

Elena’s allure was often too pronounced, but today, standing among the Harpers, she embodied the quiet elegance of a debutante. Not a single member of this household could be deemed anything less than striking.

Alexander and Jolie rode together in one vehicle, while Elena accompanied her two brothers in another.

Both cars departed Hillside Manor at the same time, making their way toward Peak Hotel.

The venue was particularly vibrant that evening. The grand establishment was brilliantly illuminated, with an array of high-end automobiles stationed at the entrance as the city’s elite arrived. The moment the Harper family appeared, they commanded immediate attention.

Alexander guided Jolie forward, their extraordinary children following in their wake.

“Mr. Harper and Mrs. Harper sure know how to raise their children. Each son is a paragon of excellence,” someone remarked. “The young lady in the center—she must be the daughter they recently reunited with. Look at her resemblance to Mrs. Harper! She carries herself with such grace—it’s unmistakable.”

“I heard she grew up in Foiclens, yet there’s no trace of provincial awkwardness in her mannerisms. So composed… She isn’t engaged yet, is she?” another inquired.

Jeffry and Louis, long accustomed to scrutiny and speculation, barely reacted. They had initially worried Elena might find the attention overwhelming, so they instinctively positioned themselves as a shield. To their surprise, she remained serene, unfazed by the whispers around her.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice scoffed at a newly arrived car. “Who owns that rundown BMW? It looks like it’s been through a dozen hands—how embarrassing.”

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As the car door swung open, a pair of high-heeled shoes touched the pavement, followed by Elyse, stepping out with practiced grace. Her gown was too voluminous for Vince’s compact vehicle, forcing her to arrive separately.

Elyse had wanted a more extravagant ride, but Vince only had this aged BMW available. Irritated but left with no alternative, she swallowed her dissatisfaction.

As a professor, Vince preferred to keep a low profile at work, avoiding ostentatious displays of wealth. His daily commuter was this modest car, while the luxury vehicles belonging to Javier had been sold to fund the repurchase of his art collection.

Elyse stepped out with her chin lifted, a poised smile on her lips, anticipating admiration and envious glances.

As expected, she drew the crowd’s attention immediately. Her confidence swelled. Hah! They must be green with jealousy.

What she failed to realize was that people weren’t in awe—they were stunned.

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