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    With utmost courtesy, the receptionist returned the ck card to Elena.


    “Certainly, Miss Harper. Right this way.”


    Elena made her way to the uppermost level.


    The top floor of the club was home to a vast billiards room.


    In the center of the room sat Wesley.


    As Elena walked into the room, Wesley caught her eye at once. Today, his attire was casual—a in white outfit instead of his usual bespoke suits.


    He rxed on a sofa,fortably crossing his lengthy legs, a cigarette between his fingers.


    Wesley released a slow puff of smoke, watching it rise and twist into leisurely spirals above.


    His rxed demeanor seemed even moreid-back without the usual formal attire, making him appear slightly rebellious today.


    Elena noticed him flicking ash from his cigarette, her expression showing a hint of disapproval.


    Just as she was about to walk over to him, a cheerful voice interrupted. “Wesley,” called out Elyse, her voice dripping with sweetness.


    Bounding forward with enthusiasm, she was quick to engage Wesley. “On behalf of Leopardex, I want to propose a partnership.”


    Wesley responded with anguid lift of his eyes. Instead of looking at Elyse, however, his attention seemed to drift towards Elena.


    Elyse’s cheeks colored with embarrassment, feeling overlooked. Determined to secure the deal, she was resolute in her approach, unwilling to lose this chance to Elena.


    Elyse swiftly presented her proposal, confidence in her voice. “Here’s our offer. Leopardex is prepared to relinquish all profits for the chance to establish a presence in the duty-free zone on the ind. We’re verymitted to this, and I personally guarantee our sincerity. Please, consider our proposal.”


    She was confident this was an offer too good to refuse, certain Elena couldn’t match it.


    Elyse hadn’t fully grasped the negative implications for Leopardex in the deal she proposed.


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    Effectively, they would gain nothing from the partnership with the Spencer Group.


    Elyse was confident, however, believing the offer was irresistible. To her, it seemed unthinkable that Wesley would reject a proposition that appeared financially beneficial.


    Yet, Wesley seemed indifferent as he nonchntly set aside the proposal.


    “Wesley?” Elyse was clearly distracted, his eyes fixed on Elena instead.


    Elena, cue stick in hand, approached Wesley with a confident stride, without any paperwork in tow.


    “I suggest a game,” Elena said calmly. “The loser must grant the winner a favor. Are you interested?”


    As Wesley contemted, onlookers chimed in with their opinions.


    “One shouldn’t be too optimistic against him. He’s unbeaten.”


    “Even professional yers haven’t bested Wesley. Your chances are slim.”


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