"Ah, Sophia. So glad you could join us. And with my man too, how lovely," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Sophia's anger boiled inside her, but she tried to remain calm. "What do you want, Elena? Why are you doing this?" Elena laughed coldly. "Oh, Sophia. You really don't get it, do you? You've always pretend to be naive. I want what you have. I want my man back." Lucas couldn't believe what she was hearing. He had known Elena for years, and he never thought she would stoop this low. "You're insane," she said through gritted teeth. Elena walked forward, the gun still in her hand. "I'm not insane, Sophia. I'm a survivor. And if that means getting rid of a few people along the way, so be it." Lucas stepped forward, his fists clenched with anger. "You're not getting away with this. Let Stephen go, and we can work something out." Elena laughed again. "Oh, I don't think so, Sophia. You see, I have a way of getting what I want, and I always get what I want." Lucas looked at E
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