Love's Change of Heart

After they chotted for o while more, Leonno left the ploce. Lewis wotched her leove with o look of

opprovol on his foce.

Not long ofter Leonno returned to the studio, on unwelcome guest orrived.

Elliot's heod wos still covered in bondoges, but thot didn't stop him from looking oround greedily. When

he sow Leonno, he quickly put on o smile. "I'm here to osk whot you're going to do obout Queenie."

Leonno shot him o dispossionote glonce. Without telling onyone to get him o cup of woter, she

questioned, "Whot do you meon?"

Elliot leoned ogoinst the seot ond ploced his honds on the bock of the couch. "Well, we're in the some

boot now. Queenie hos hurt you terribly. Are you going to let her off just like thot?"

"Whether I'll let her off the hook, it's got nothing to do with you."

Foced with her impoliteness, Elliot didn't feel emborrossed ot oll. Insteod, he smiled confidently. "It hos

something to do with me, of course. I've follen into such o stote becouse of her. Since we hove o

common enemy now, why don't we join forces ond discuss how to deol with her to moke sure thot she'll

never get bock on her feet ogoin?"

"You've been blocklisted by the foshion industry, but you're more concerned obout deoling with

Queenie?" Anyone would be omozed by Elliot's irrotionol suggestions.

"Well." Elliot woved his hond noncholontly. "Thot doesn't motter. So whot if they've blocklisted me?

Mony people ore willing to poy me to work for them. Why would I even core obout being blocked since I

don't hove to worry obout money?"

"It seems you've earned a lot of money through this incident."

Elliot guffawed. "That's for sure. Why would anyone do something that would destroy their future

without enough money?" Then, he examined Leanna's studio. "This is a nice place. I've been mulling

over the prospect of building my studio. Do you have any advice for me? Why don't we make it a

franchise or something? Don't worry. You'll get the money you deserve."

Leanna stared at him coldly. "It seems that Violet has been generous."

"That's—" Elliot caught himself as his expression changed slightly. He coughed. "What did you just

say?"

Calmed and composed, Leanna spoke with poise. "Violet. Have you forgotten about her so soon?"

"M-Miss Kramer, right? I remember her, of course. She's one of the special judges of the competition."

Leanna smiled without delving into the topic. "I still have work to do. See you."

"Don't chase me away yet," Elliot called out desperately. "I'm serious about the franchise business.

Why don't you think it over? Let's exchange contact numbers. We can talk about the details on

WhatsApp later."

"There's no need for that." Then, Leanna got to her feet and entered the office directly.

Elliot squinted his eyes and watched her leave. This woman is beautiful, clever, and charismatic. More

importantly, she's Aidan's woman. If I can get her, I'm sure she'll prove to be more interesting than

Queenie.

After leaving the studio, he got into his car and was ready to head home. Suddenly thinking of

something, he grinned and entered an address on the navigation system in the vehicle.

…

Queenie had shut herself in the house for several days. All of them—Robert, Georgina, and Violet—

had abandoned her. She couldn't even contact Ron. That's it! This is the end of me! While in a groggy

state, she heard the doorbell ringing. She lifted her listless gaze in the darkness and glanced at the

door. The doorbell was still ringing, so it wasn't a hallucination.

She quickly got to her feet and opened the door, saying, "I knew you wouldn't give up on me, Ron. I—"

Before she could finish her words, she realized it was someone else outside the house.

Her pupils dilated as an unconscious response to anxiety. With all that was left in her, she attempted to

close the door in a hurry. However, before she could do that, Elliot barged into the house and grasped

her hair before he dragged her to the bedroom.

Queenie screamed, but the man soon clenched her neck, causing her face to flush.

Elliot glared at her with a hideous expression. It wasn't until she almost blacked out that he released

her. Before Queenie could gasp for air, he slapped her forcefully and cursed, "What a b*tch! How dare

you get someone to deal with me? Who do you think you are? Since I've survived, I'll make life a living

hell for you!"

He stuffed something into her mouth and bound her hands with duct tape. Then, he violently ripped her

clothes apart and tortured her without mercy.

She could only glare at the man, but she couldn't even let out a sound as her tears slid down her face.

When the ordeal was over, Elliot tossed her to the ground and entered the room directly.

Queenie came to her senses and struggled to her feet. "What are you trying to do? Get lost! You—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man slapped her in the face again, which caused her to fall to

the ground. Then, he walked around the room recklessly and threw all the trophies and award-winning

works she had always treasured to the floor before trampling on them.

Soon, all the valuable items in her bedroom had been crushed into pieces.

She glared at Elliot and cursed, "You'll get your retribution one day!"

After venting his fury, Elliot squatted in front of her and showed her a video on his phone. He barked,

"Do you think you've destroyed everything? There's still a copy with me."

When Queenie saw herself in the video, she let out a high-pitched shriek.

Seeing that, Elliot guffawed smugly.

All of a sudden, Queenie jumped to her feet and pounced on him like a mad person. However, she was

no match for him. He shoved her to the ground and strode over her body before spitting on her. "Go to

hell!"

A long time after Elliot was gone, Queenie remained paralyzed on the floor. She looked at the front with

an expressionless face, and her eyes were completely out of focus.