Dylan took Elena to a food truck alley nearby.
"What happened back at the Whelan house?" Dylan asked.
"Nothing much. They all thought you had dumped me, so they were bullying my family. Even Claire's engagement fell apart because of it."
"How could I not want you? I made it very clear today. From now on, let's see who dares to bully you. You can walk through the Whelan house like you own the place!"
Elena looked at him. "You certainly showed up at the right time."
"Heh, I was coming to tell the Whelans the news anyway. I didn't expect to walk into that scene! You haven't eaten yet, right? Come on, I'll treat you."
Elena looked around. The street was lined with small food stalls.
Dylan walked up to a small stand. "Ma'am, two bowls of dumplings, please!"
"Coming right up, please wait a moment."
"You, a big CEO, eating street food?"
Dylan smiled. "I'm not as high-maintenance as you think. CEOs are people too. I used to come to this street often to eat. I feel like... there's real life here. People don't look at me strangely."
"Strangely?"
"Yeah. Before, I was just 'the President.' People around me were always walking on eggshells, or I was walking on eggshells trying to please my mother. Neither side felt warm. But here, they don't suck up to you because of who you are. They joke around with you. That's something I can't feel at the company, and definitely not at home."
It turned out Dylan had this side to him.
Indeed, people required a deeper understanding to truly know them.
A moment later, the owner brought the dumplings over.
"Here you go, enjoy!"
"Thanks!" Dylan said.
"Of course. Mrs. Lewis wouldn't lie to you!"
"What? You don't believe me, and you don't believe Mrs. Lewis?" Dylan asked.
"No, I'm just surprised. You never brought Isabella here? After all, you two had a history."
Dylan stopped eating and emphasized, "We didn't have a 'history'! We never even kissed!"
"Even if you didn't, if the incident in the North Suburbs hadn't happened, you would have married her, right?"
"Yes. If the incident hadn't happened and I hadn't seen her true colors, I might have actually married her. But things didn't go that way. They turned out like this. Elena, you are the one I truly like! If I really liked Isabella, if I deeply loved her, I would have brought her here to share my private world. But I never did. You have to believe me."
"Okay! I was just asking. Eat up, it's getting cold!"
Dylan relaxed and started eating.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn
Gente que final mais sem Graça ,author simplesmente estragou tudo no final!...
Aff ta estragando...
Ah por favor author nao estrague o final !...
Sim (eu sabia o final nao podia ser assim)quero meu bebe dylan vivo um belo casamento e de quebra 2 filhos pra eles bianca salva e por favor author quero que a michele sofra esse final que ta agora da bianca que seja da michele sem lingua pernas e bracos sem olhos e mendigando!...
Gente cade o mentor dela e a pedra tem que ser algo que de pra ressuscitar o dylan e a bianca! Nao me importo com nada so quero eylan de volta com ela um belo casamento entre os 2!...
Gente nao creio nisso dylan e bianca morrerem!...
She's too busy winning to watch him cry novel pls post this novel...
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