Chapter <b>332 </b>Stealing Him


    With Wim present, the negotiation between Emelle and Colt progressed smoothly. They finalized the contract signing within half an hour.


    Emelie raised her ss. “Here’s to Mr. Middleton and Mr. Reilly Thope ourpanies can work together in the future.”


    Wazzam lifted his ss and tapped it on the table, acknowledging the toast.


    After that, Emelie had no further role to y. Colt, fearing that William might still be angry about the earlier incident, kept trying to appease him. Yet William remained indifferent.


    Realizing there was nothing more required of her for now, Emelie informed herpanions and excused herself to the restroom.


    As she came <b>out</b>, she saw Elena standing at the mirror, touching up her makeup.


    Emelie quietly approached to wash her hands. She then dried them with a paper towel before heading back.


    <b>Suddenly</b>, Elena closed herpact. “Emelle, you haven’t thanked me yet.”


    Emelie turned and replied, “Oh? What should I be thanking you for, Ms. Allen?”


    Ulema said casually, “William mentioned that there’s a ce simr to the Westward Club in Capebatt City here in Weston called Lovelight, so he brought me to check it out tonight.


    “We were served by the manager in another private room just now. He suddenly mentioned that Citadel Group’s vice CEO was here with someone from Swanson Corporation. I immediately guessed it was you and decided toe over to say hi, so I brought William along.”


    “Luckily, we came over. Otherwise, how would you have managed tonight?


    Listening to her detailed exnation of why they appeared in her private room, Emelle nodded, understanding the subtext.


    The reason for their presence was secondary. The key point was that William came to Lovelight, entered her private room, and helped her out because of Elena.


    Just like that time at the Navarro residence–it was all because of Elena,


    “I see. I should indeed thank you, then.” Ernelle looked at Elena’s refined makeup and noticed the faint air of superiority she <b>exuded</b>. She suddenly smiled. “But you know very well whether you brought Mr. Middleton to help me or tough at me.”


    Elena remainedposed. “What do you mean by that<b>, </b>Emelie?”


    “How did Justina know I was in the school dance team? How did she know I performed ssical dance at the school festival? How did she know I had a drawer full of love letters?” Enselic crumpled the paper towel and tossed it into the trash


    Elena replied, “You’d have to ask Ms. Green”


    “Two days ago, when Justina intercepted me outside the restaurant near <b>Swanson </b>Corporation and started yelling at me, you were there too.” Emelle’s <b>expression </b>grew serious.” You two must have had quite a conversation that day,”


    It wasn’t a question. It was <b>a </b>statement.


    <b>These </b>were high school incidents. Even if Justina wanted to dig up dirt, she wouldn’t go that far back. Someone must have told her.


    Elena, being Emelle’s high school ssmate, fit the bill perfectly. She must have told Justina something.


    Emma tried to argue. “Emelle


    Emelie interrupted, saying. “You addressed me <b>as </b>Ms. Hoven at Lakeside Vi. We’re not that familiar, so let’s keep i


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    Elena paused, then finally dropped the <b>pretense</b>. “Do you have <b>proof</b>?


    Emele stepped closer to Elena, <b>who </b>instinctively backed into the sink and red at her


    Emelie had been a head secretary for so many years. Her presence was not to be underestimated when she was serious.


    <b>Ms. </b>Allen, we <b>don’t </b><b>need </b>to interfere with each other. I hope this is thest time you try to sabotage me. Or else..


    She deliberately left the threat unfinished and walked away after giving Elena onest look.


    Elena froze for a few seconds. Somehow, an unknown sense of unease surged within her. She quickly rushed out of the restroom and called after Emelle in the corridor, “Or else what? What can you do to me?


    Emelie turned slightly. “He’ll be mine” She struck at Elena’s weakest point.


    Both of them knew who he referred to


    Elena clenched her fists tightly, feeling a surge of emotions inside her.