Chapter 88: Can we talk?

The auction hall exuded an aura of sophistication, the air filled with murmurs of excitement and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Elena, clad in a sleek, black gown, navigated through the crowd with practiced ease, her expression composed and detached. She took her seat, scanning the room with cool detachment, until her gaze fell upon Daniel. A flicker of annoyance passed through Elena as she noticed him, Daniel walking in clad in black. Was he a ghost? Why did she have to see him everywhere? She had spent the better part of a month trying to get rid of him. But now, suddenly, he was everywhere. Daniel’s eyes met hers, a soft smile made its way up his face of his lips as he made his way towards her. Elena frowned, her posture rigid as he approached, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Hadn’t he gone back to Weather View City? “Elena,” Daniel greeted, his soft tone sauntering into her ears. “It’s been a while.” Elena loo