Chapter 1321:
“She doesn’t have a clue how much I still hold. It’s her own wild guess that blew things out of proportion.”
With Felicia’s assurances, Elyse finally accepted her father’s shares. The two women lingered in the study, their conversation unfolding like an endless thread. When a polite knock from the maid announced dinner, they reluctantly left their cozy corner and joined the dining table.
After the meal, Felicia bade Elyse goodbye, the reluctance clear in the wistfulness in her eyes. Though she wished Elyse could stay longer, commitments called. With a heavy heart, she watched Elyse leave.
Pearce happily took the chauffeur’s seat, steering the car smoothly through the evening streets. “So,” he began, a playful glint in his eye, “what kept you and Grandma talking all that time?”
Elyse paused, then replied thoughtfully, “We discussed her shares, my parents, and Thea.”
Pearce perked up like a hound catching a scent. “And you didn’t call me in? I’ve got a mountain of dirt on Thea! I’d have spilled the tea all over Grandma’s fine china.”
Elyse shook her head, amused. “If we’d known you had any juicy stories, we would’ve summoned you for sure. But we had no clue.”
Pearce groaned dramatically. “What a waste! I spent the whole evening stuck talking golf with those dullards. Absolutely snooze-worthy!”
He grumbled under his breath all the way to Jayden’s doorstep, where he dropped Elyse off. “Just seeing Jayden rubs me the wrong way. I’m outta here.”
Elyse waved him off with a smirk. “Later, Pearce!”
Stepping inside, she was immediately greeted by the sight of Driscoll, flustered. “What’s got you so worked up?” she asked, her eyebrow arched.
Driscoll nearly jumped at her voice, clearly not expecting her return so soon. “Debora is here again,” he said carefully, his tone strained. “This time, she’s declared she wants to move in.”
Elyse blinked in surprise. “Move in? Why? Doesn’t she have her own place?”
Driscoll sighed, shaking his head. “From what I gathered, she had a nasty fight with Jayden and went on a rampage. Smashed up a lot of things. I’ve got someone handling the cleanup now.” . . .