Novel & Cerita Elissa Patel

POV: PATRIK I patiently waited until Elisabeth's body completely relaxed, surrendering to deep sleep. I've always admired her strong personality and innate talent, which have impressed me since our first meeting during her interview at the company. Her exceptional professional trajectory was just part of the fascination; her insightful gaze into the future also earned my admiration.

“The police who you claim to be doing things for me are simply carrying out their duties. If I want to use my power to act against you, you’d have already died in the police station. Do you honestly think you can still crawl out?” “York, stop talking nonsense!” Elisa did not intend to listen to Harvey’s words. Instead, she strutted to Harvey in her high heels and looked down at him. She then said indifferently, “Prince Patel is my old acquaintance. Mr. Chambers is my friend. Although Fred is a filmmaker, he isn’t a small figure either…” “He’s a young man from the Hengdian World Studios...” Elisa seemed to have noticed that she made a slip up. Her pretty face blushed slightly. She quickly ame

But still, Beirut was vast. Elissa sighed. She was running out of ways. Yesterday, before she flew from Malaysia, she should have contacted Edgar first. If not for her high prestige, Elissa would have done so. Elissa did not want Edgar to think that Elissa missed him. It would be better if they met directly. And because of her prestige, Elissa forgot the most crucial detail. She needed to find out where Edgar worked. "There is no other choice," Elissa concluded. The woman dialled Fritz's number, which she called Pinky Psychopath. She was about to call him.

Charlotte was like, "??" "We're not celebrities, why are you taking pictures of us?" "You and Mr. Romero are both good-looking!" Charlotte was a bit awkward and changed the subject, "Have you prepared Elissa Patel's wedding gift?" "Ready, ready! In the suitcase." Caroline and Elissa had a good relationship. This time, when Elissa got married, of course she invited her. The two of them chatted about the recent situation of Oakley Competition for a while, and then the airport announcement reminded them to board the plane.

As she swirled her drink absentmindedly, lost in thoughts about what made these people so effortlessly confident, a soft but pointed voice broke through her daze. "So… are you close friends with Reiner, or…?" Elise flinched. Her eyes snapped to the woman standing beside her—Padma, looking like a living marble statue in her sleek black dress. Her hair was immaculately styled, a delicate diamond necklace adorning her slender neck. "I…" She hesitated, unsure how to explain her presence here. Padma raised an eyebrow, as if growing impatient with the lack of response. "Huh. But that seems… unlikely."

The woman he called as Ellisia, had this hardened expression after she heard Kyro's screaming. Her eyes glinted when she turn to look at my parents and back to me. She slowly walk up her way towards me. "Ellisia!" Kyro's voice is sending her warning but Ellisia was not even showing any sign of being afraid. "Why so protective? I won't do anything bad to her." She said in a hoarse and monotone voice. Slowly, her footsteps were getting closer and closer. Then, she stopped, in front of me. "Selena? Selena Hemsworth. Am I right?"

she utters firmly over the phone “ For you ? I thought you did not like poor dudes. Besides I am not interested in the job offer anymore.” Joseph answers coolly “ I am not placing it as an offer where by you've got choices Joseph Brown . You either accept my job as a Chef or forget about having any more jobs for the rest of your life .” Isabella threatened authoritatively . “ Who are you to order me around ? ” “ I am Isabella Blair , CEO of Lush beauty , cosmetics and hair company . And you do as I say .” She spoke eloquently over the phone .

“You don’t look like I imagined.” “Should I be flattered or insulted?” I shot back. Tapping her manicured nails against the counter. “Neither. Just… surprised. I’ve been hearing your name quite often. Seems like you’re trying to play in the big leagues now.” Jess crossed her arms. “And you are…?” The woman turned to her as if just noticing she existed. “Samantha Elliott.” I knew that name. Samantha Elliott was the Samantha Elliott—the owner of Élité Sweets, one of the most exclusive, high-end bakeries in the city. The kind that catered to celebrities and politicians, the kind that had a six-month waiting list just to place a custom order.

filled the air. Miss Felice, stood by ensuring the proceedings remained orderly. "Next!" Eleanor declared, waving a hand in the air. A petite designer, Madame Patel, scurried forward, unfolding a resplendent satin gown. "This one, Miss Eleanor, will make you the epitome of sophistication," Madame Patel promised. Eleanor's gaze lingered, her expression critical. "I want more drama," she declared, and I scoffed. I for one knew she was going to make these designers sweat and cry blood before she finally picks a dress. Been there, done that. Eleanor was a hard woman to please.

“What's the name of the bitch who killed Elisa?” “There's no point in me telling you!” “Tell me right this goddamn minute!” “Please, stop it, stop hurting yourself.” “Just tell me once and for all!” “All right, all right, I'll tell you! Her name is Isela, Isela Velar.” “Isela Velar?” “Yes, Isela Velar. A simple woman, she was a housewife.” “Isela Velar, well... I want you to remember that damn name for the rest of your life! Remember it and don't you ever forget it! Is that clear?!”