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    Since Jeffry and Wesley were close, it was clear that Elena had gotten the information from Jeffry.


    Elyse couldn’t afford to let her get ahead.


    Without hesitation, she followed her out.


    Elena hadn’t driven that day, so she hailed a taxi.


    Elyse, behind the wheel of her own car, kept close.


    When the cab pulled up outside the Imperial Club, Elyse felt a wave of familiarity. She had been there before with Jeffry.


    At the time, Jeffry hadn’t wanted to bring her along, but she had insisted—just for a chance to meet Wesley.


    Elyse parked her car on the roadside, and while Elena was paying for the ride, Elyse rushed into the Imperial Club before her.


    Imperial Club granted ess solely to its members and their close rtives.


    Gaining membership was exceptionally challenging, requiring a thorough assessment of financial assets. Only individuals whose wealth met a specific benchmark could even submit an application. Just the yearly fee amounted to three million.


    Naturally, Elyse didn’t meet the criteria, but she was aware that Jeffry belonged to the club.


    Approaching the reception desk, she offered a polite smile. “Hello, I’m Jeffry’s family.”


    The receptionist, well-acquainted with the eldest Harper son’s name, responded warmly, “Hello, Miss Harper. The elevator is right over there. Enjoy your time.”


    Momentster, Elena arrived.


    The receptionist failed to recognize her. “May I see your pass?”


    Elena hesitated briefly, then replied, “I’m Elena Harper, Jeffry’s family.”


    Although she herself was a member of the Imperial Club and even held the prestigious ck card—an elite status within the club—she opted to use Jeffry’s name instead.


    She had never leaned on anyone’s influence before, but this time, she chose to ept Jeffry’s goodwill.


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    Unexpectedly, the receptionist’s brows lifted in astonishment. “You’re Jeffry’s family as well?”


    As well?


    Elena arched an eyebrow, perplexed. “Who else is iming to be Jeffry’s family?”


    The receptionist gestured toward Elyse, who remained near the elevator. “Thatdy over there. Are you both rted to Mr. Harper?”


    Elyse’s pulse quickened.


    She hadn’t expected Elena to arrive so soon—if Elena hade just a bitter, she would have already made it upstairs!


    Just then, a group of people strolled into the club.


    Among them, a young man’s gazended on Elyse.


    “Well, if it isn’t Elyse! What brings you here? Is Jeffry around today?” He spoke as though they were well acquainted.


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