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    The Harper family saw Elyse for what she truly was, and at this point, no one was foolish enough to stand up for her. Their expressions remained indifferent, their resolve firm.


    The atmosphere at the table was charged, filled to capacity with rtives from various families: five Harpers, three Johnsons, and a couple of Garretts.


    With the Harper family leading by silent example, neither the Johnson family nor the Garrett family feltpelled to intervene in the drama unfolding before them.


    Furthermore, the seating was already full. If Elena relinquished her seat, she would be relegated to the outskirts, at table forty-nine—a humiliating downgrade.


    The audacity of Elyse to make such a brazen request was utterly insane.


    She stood there, awkward and isted, as minutes ticked by. The festive buzz of the banquet enveloped everyone but her, entuating her solitude.


    It was as if she were a joke, standing there for the entire crowd to mock.


    Elyse’s longing gaze drifted toward Wesley, hoping for a reaction, but he never acknowledged her presence.


    Seizing the moment, Elyse hoisted the hem of her dress and attempted to wedge herself next to Elena.


    The instant she moved, Jeffry’s and Louis’s gazes darkened with chilling intensity.


    Elyse wasn’t just trying to sit; she aimed to edge Elena out!


    Wesley seemed detached, though his hand gave the slightest, almost imperceptible shift.


    The others were quick to respond, but Elena was quicker.


    With a graceful slide, Elena shifted both herself and her chair, thwarting Elyse’s intentions with elegant ease.


    “Ah!” Completely missing the chair, Elyse crashed onto the floor.


    Elena, remaining seated, cast a casual nce downward, her eyes reflecting a cold dismissal.


    Tears welled up in Elyse’s eyes as shey crumpled on the floor. The dress, while stunning, was a torturous garment—its embellishments nearly piercing her as she fell.


    “It hurts so much…” she murmured, the pain igniting a silent fury within her.


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    Then, a shadow loomed over her.


    Looking up sharply, Elyse’s gaze met Wesley’s.


    She felt a thrilling surge of happiness wash over her.


    Was Wesley about to help her up?


    There was no way he’d just leave her there… right?


    She had meticulously chosen her outfit, each piece selected with him in mind, and it seemed her efforts were paying off—she could feel Wesley’s gaze on her.


    A flicker of hope sparked in her eyes, lighting them up with anticipation.


    She extended her hand toward him, a gentle plea in her voice. “Mr. Spencer…”


    Wesley’s brow furrowed, his expression clouding over with confusion.


    What was Elyse trying to do?


    Did she really expect him to pull her to her feet?


    The very idea seemed unbelievably foolish to him.


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