Chapter 1591 Clinging to False Hope
"This mutt can actually bark? Doesn't even look like a real dog to me. Ann, who told you it was okay to want things that aren't yours? Yesterday you just happened to bump into Paul, right? How desperate can you get? I'm taking this dog. Maybe I'll just get rid of it for good." Elara's voice oozed with malicious satisfaction.
"Elara Reed!" Ann had never felt such rage coursing through her veins, her eyes blazing with cold fury.
Seeing this defiant expression, Elara found it even more amusing. What was this pathetic creature thinking, daring to address her by name? She hoisted Tan up without hesitation and strode toward the door.
Ann tried to follow, but the pain wracking her body was unbearable. Her leg screamed in agony, forcing her to crawl forward on her hands and knees.
After a few feet, Elara turned back and burst into cruel laughter at the sight of Ann dragging herself across the floor.
"You know what? You look just like a dog right now." Elara's laughter echoed through the hallway.
Ann's nails dug deep into her palms, drawing blood. She was speechless with rage and pain, utterly powerless to pursue as she watched Elara disappear with Tan. Crawling back to her table, she frantically called building security first, then Ronald.
But Elara was a Reed—backed by Paul's influence. If she truly intended harm to a small dog, who could possibly stop her? Ann's tears fell in heavy drops as desperation consumed her.
Left with no alternatives, Ronald urgently summoned Betty back to the city. After all, Betty had access to a powerful ally: Nathan White.
Three hours later, Betty arrived to find Ann standing outside her building, skeletal and fragile, leaning heavily on her crutches. The cast on her leg made her appear even more vulnerable.
"Ann?" Betty called out, startled by her friend's deteriorated condition.
"Betty, will you come with me to the Adams Villa?" Ann's voice was barely a whisper.
Elara had already sent her a message: tonight at the Adams Villa, the Reed and Adams families would finalize the wedding date. Betty had no choice but to call Nathan, who immediately abandoned whatever he was doing and drove over personally.
Nathan sat behind the wheel in his tailored suit, his usually perfect hair slightly disheveled from his haste. His presence commanded the space around him.
Betty remained oblivious that he'd walked out of an important meeting for her call—she only contacted him when she needed something, treating him as a convenient resource.
Nathan bore this treatment without complaint, stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror as he drove.
The car pulled up outside the Adams Villa, where security guards manned the entrance. After a brief consultation with someone inside, they waved Nathan through. The Adams family assumed Nathan's unexpected visit concerned their recent business collaboration.
Inside the sprawling living room, both families had gathered on expensive sofas. Elara sat beside Paul, and they did indeed make a striking couple—handsome and beautiful, perfectly matched in their privileged world.
"Why don't we schedule the wedding for next month? We can start preparations immediately. Paul hasn't had any serious relationships in years—it's wonderful he's finally found someone he wants to marry." The Adams patriarch's voice carried satisfaction.
"Next month works perfectly. We can begin sending invitations right away." The Reed family patriarch nodded approvingly, deferring slightly to the Adams family's superior social standing.
Paul remained detached from the conversation until the doorbell chimed.
The butler opened the door to reveal Nathan, whose reputation for ruthless business dealings had made the Adams family nervous about their recent partnership—though Paul handled him with characteristic ease.
Paul rose, assuming Nathan had come to discuss business, but Nathan stepped aside to reveal Ann and Betty behind him.
While Betty was recognizable as an A-list celebrity, and Nathan's pursuit of her was common knowledge in their circles, their unexpected appearance puzzled the gathering.
"What do you want to do?" Betty whispered to Ann, supporting her friend's weight.
Ann gripped her crutches tighter and gently pushed Betty away. Each step sent excruciating pain through her leg where Elara had kicked her, but she found strength from somewhere deep within and slowly made her way to where Elara sat.
Paul's irritation was immediate and visible—was this woman still harboring foolish hopes?
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