Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 870:

Daniela regarded her with detached calm. She had not anticipated Elyse’s spinelessness. Such a minor scheme had unraveled her completely.

“Do you expect me to save you?” Daniela’s voice was cold as she remained seated. “To save the one responsible for my mother’s death? What are you thinking?”

“I can disclose everything I know, just as Natalie did. I know more than she does! She was too young to remember everything.”

Desperation filled Elyse’s eyes as she pleaded, “Daniela, please give me a chance. We’re family, after all.”

Daniela chuckled. “Since we’re family, I’ll let you decide— a painless death or a miserable life.”

Without a moment’s pause, Elyse exclaimed, “I choose to live!”

Little did Elyse know, there existed a fate much harsher than death itself.

From that day on, every moment of her life was tainted with regret over her decision.

Daniela offered a faint smile, stepping closer to lend Elyse a hand to her feet.

“I need you to draw out Mr. Perry.”

Elyse trembled at the weight of those words.

Daniela’s smile widened, her voice soft but chilling. “Or would you prefer to die?”

Elyse crumpled to the floor, her gaze fixed vacantly on Daniela, her heart heavy with a tide of regret.

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆

If only she had known then. If only she had killed Daniela too after getting rid of Brylee all those years ago.

Now, it was too late.

With no other option, Elyse nodded in resignation. “Alright.”

Doug was dead, and Natalie had gone abroad. With Alexander’s backing, Joyce had taken the reins of Fairburne Group, her fortune soaring past the billion-dollar mark. In a way, it was a masterstroke of a comeback, all thanks to Natalie.

Alexander’s expression darkened as he turned his gaze to Joyce. “Don’t forget, I want Daniela.”noveldrama

Joyce smiled sweetly at him, playfully pushing him back onto the bed. “No rush. You want Daniela, and I’ve got my eyes set on Cedric. Let’s let the cards fall where they may.”

Afterward, Joyce made a beeline for Elite Lux. Downstairs, she crossed paths with Cedric.

Her eyes roamed over him, from head to toe. The real one truly outshone the fake one.

That natural authority, that boldness, that self-assured swagger. It was something Alexander could never hope to grasp, something he lacked deep in his core.

It was an innate arrogance, woven into the very fabric of his being.

No wonder Cedric was the man she had chosen.

Cedric, however, was oblivious to her presence, lost in admiration for a finely crafted jade bracelet he planned to gift to Daniela.

Inside the elevator, his focus remained glued to the bracelet.

Joyce tilted her head to steal a glance at him, letting out a chuckle. “I never knew you could be such a devoted husband, Cedric.”

Before speaking, Joyce instinctively adjusted her outfit. When she finally spoke, her tone was laced with playful mischief.

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