Chapter 565:
Things were going smoother than he had expected. As long as Elena showed up, he planned to lure her into his trap. He had already prepared a sedative. Once he got what he wanted and took compromising photos, she would have no choice but to marry him.
The next day, Elena arrived at the designated spot.
Darren was already there, impeccably dressed in a white suit, holding a bouquet of red roses. “Elena, you made it. These flowers are for you.”
Elena frowned at the roses, making no move to take them. Unbothered, Darren placed them on the table.
Though Darren played the gentleman, pulling out a chair for her, Elena saw right through his act and felt disgusted. His performance was painfully obvious.
Without hesitation, Elena got straight to the point, her tone cold. “I’m here. Now tell me what you know.”
Darren flashed a charming smile and suggested politely, “How about we eat first? I’m starving. Haven’t had anything all day.”
Elena leaned back, watching him quietly, determined to uncover his true motives.
Darren proceeded to order an extravagant array of dishes and uncorked a bottle of red wine. He poured a glass for Elena and lifted his own in a toast. “It’s been ages since we last dined together. Cheers.”
Elena remained perfectly still as Darren gave a sarcastic smile. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.
Elena scoffed sharply. “Should I trust you?”
For a brief moment, Darren’s facade cracked, but he quickly composed himself. Taking a drink from his glass, he reassured her, “See? It’s safe. I opened the wine here, and I’ve drunk it myself. Nothing to worry about.”
He raised his glass, signaling that he would withhold information until she drank.
Elena carefully picked up her glass. Without needing to smell it, she immediately sensed it had been spiked. Yet, she remained expressionless as she swallowed the drink.
Darren struggled to hide his delight, convinced of Elena’s naivety and sure she had fallen for his trap. He expected the drug would leave her helplessly attracted to him.
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Darren had always been drawn to Elena’s charm and perfectly sculpted figure. A glimmer of lust flashed in his eyes.
“How’s the wine? I chose this one just for you. Please, have another,” Darren urged, reaching to refill her glass.
“I’ll handle it,” Elena interjected, taking the bottle into her own hands. As she poured, she subtly let a hidden powder slip from beneath her fingernail into Darren’s glass.
Oblivious, Darren took a sip, his eyes locked on Elena with clear admiration.
Remaining composed, Elena asked, “How did you come to know about my mentor?”
“Your mentor? Oh, that elderly gentleman.” Thinking Elena was trapped, Darren let his guard down. “I once saw you two after a lecture. It was just a hunch that you were looking for him. I didn’t think I was right.”
In fact, Darren knew nothing at all. He had only discovered that the elderly man was her mentor. Previously, he had mistaken the elderly man for Elena’s biological father, but once the Harper family reconnected with her, he dismissed that idea.
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