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    It was evident Elena wasn’t alone in her sentiments.


    As soon as Wesley made his entrance, Erin’s eyes locked onto him, unblinking and intense.


    Around the guests, murmurs of admiration filled the air.


    “Mr. Spencer’s waist is as striking as a sculpted masterpiece. He’s even more irresistible than before!” someone gushed, their voiceced with awe.


    “Oh my God! How is Mr. Spencer this good-looking?”


    “Mr. Spencer, I’d have your babies any day!”


    Erin’s expression turned frosty, her lips curling into a sneer. “Dream on, bitches,” she retorted sharply.


    Nearby, Elyse felt a surge of exhration at the sight of Wesley. Yet, she maintained her poised,dylike facade, choosing silence despite the turmoil inside. Her intense gaze fixed on Wesley was the only sign of her inner conflict.


    Karen, unimpressed and slightly annoyed by the attention Wesley effortlessly drew, rolled her eyes. “Such a show-off,” she muttered under her breath, her disdain clear.


    She continued with biting criticism. “Our parents and grandfather are all here, yet he strolls inte like some VIP, making everyone wait. Seriously, does he have no sense of decency?” Oblivious to Elyse’s subtle reaction beside her, Karen’s focus remained sharp and judgmental.


    Elyse bit back a curse, ncing at Karen’s ignorance. Karen seemed unaware that Wesley, head of the Spencer Group, was likely dyed by his demanding role. His attendance at Gerald’s grand eightieth birthday was a clear sign of respect for the family patriarch.


    Normally, Elyse wouldn’t associate with someone like Karen, but this connection was crucial to getting closer to Wesley. With forced calm, Elyse defended Wesley, her voice restrained. “He might just be busy with something important…”


    Karen scoffed, irritation bristling. “Busy, huh? As if he’s the only one ever busy. You know what? I’m done. A man who wasn’t taught manners by a mother can’t be expected to know better.”AdChoicesADVERTISING


    A pained look briefly crossed Elyse’s face; she, too, had grown up motherless—a fact Karen carelessly ignored.


    Meanwhile, Wesley, stealing covert nces at Elena, quickly masked his admiration and approached Gerald with a controlled expression. “Grandpa, I’m sorry I’mte,” he said evenly.


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    Gerald nodded coolly, his acknowledgment measured but tinged with underlying tension.


    Elena watched the exchange with surprise. Given that Wesley was Gerald’s personally chosen sessor, she had assumed their bond would be stronger.


    Lost in her thoughts, Elena was jolted back to reality by Kiera tugging at her hand.


    Elena followed Kiera’s pointing finger and frowned, a flicker of annoyance shing in her eyes.


    Darren leaned forward, his voice dripping with excessive ttery as he addressed Malcolm.


    Elena’s lips tightened, a clear sign of her displeasure. What the hell? What was Darren doing here?


    The Spencer family’s banquet was a glittering affair, a gathering of familiar faces and political heavyweights, limited to only fifty select tables.


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