"If his wife finds out a young girl like her is trying to steal her husband, I doubt she'll be able to keep living in Leawood."
"That guy is old enough to be her father. How can she stomach being his… lover? Gross."
"Money makes things easier to swallow."
Despite the cruel remarks, Elena remained composed. She didn't react, didn't argue—she simply sat down, crossed her legs, sipped her water, and listened as if she were watching a play unfold.
This very moment happened to catch Lucas Blackwell's attention as he entered the room. He didn't approach her, just paused a few steps away, quietly observing Elena's demeanor. He hadn't expected her to remain so unfazed. The sight of her calmness actually sparked a bit of curiosity.
Amelia, noticing Elena's placid expression, grew irritated. "Elena Cross, have you no shame? You're just going to sit there like nothing's happening? Can't you tell we're talking about you?"
