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    But Conor was just a small-timewyer. What power did he have?


    When he said as much, Wesley hadshed out at him.


    The memory still left a cold weight in Conor’s chest. To the outside world, Wesley was a model husband and father—respectable, loyal, and kind.


    But the truth waspletely different; he was selfish to the core, cold-hearted, and utterly indifferent to others’ feelings.


    “Do you really think he’s begging your uncle for my sake?” Madge found that hard to believe. For years, she had been nothing more than a prop for her husband’s “good man” image, never once reaping any real benefit from it.


    Conor let out a short, humorlessugh. “Mom, you know that’s impossible. He just wants people to think he’s devoted. My uncle and aunt already saw through him long ago. Why would they give him another cent?”


    Disappointment washed over Madge as the truth sank in. “You’re right,” she murmured, her voice heavy. “I shouldn’t have any hope for him. What’s the situation with him now? Is your uncle willing to get him exonerated?”


    Conor’s expression hardened. “My uncle covered Dad’s loss behind my aunt’s back, but the evidence for his crime is solid. There’s no way to help him. My uncle won’t get involved again. He won’t even let Dad into the Harper Group building. He has done enough already. He won’t use his influence any further—a man like Dad doesn’t deserve it.”


    Just then, the door swung open. Wesley and Jalen entered, both looking defeated. Scratches marked Wesley’s face.


    Conor shifted aside, saying nothing. He didn’t bother to ask how things had gone.


    Out of long habit, Madge looked at Wesley. “How did it go? Did your brother-inw agree to help?”


    Wesley shook his head, fury shing across his face. “He’s heartless! I knelt before him and threw away every shred of dignity in front of all his employees, but he still had his bodyguards throw me out!”


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    He pointed at his face. “Look—they even hurt me!”


    Jalen was also in a bad mood. If his father ended up in prison, his own future would copse with him, every hope of promotion gone for good.


    “Wesley Bentley!” A group from the DA showed up at the door without warning, dressed in sharp uniforms, faces serious, a document in hand.


    Wesley went pale the moment he saw them. He stared, stunned, then asked, “Are you here for me?”


    “We’re from the DA’s office. You are under arrest,” one of them stated tly, stepping forward to show Wesley the document.


    The words hit like a blow.


    Wesley had always known this moment mighte, yet he’d convinced himself that if trouble ever found him, the Harper family wouldn’t let him fall. That false confidence had only made him bolder.


    His eyes scanned the document, each word heavier than thest—dereliction of duty, bribery, embezzlement of public funds.


    The charges were clear.


    He shook his head hard. “You’ve made a mistake! The funds were already returned. How can you still charge me for embezzlement? Go back and get your facts straight beforeing here again!”


    The DA officers didn’t even flinch. One of them let out a cold chuckle. “Still giving orders like you’re the leader here? Who exactly do you think you’re talking to?”


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