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    Elena maintained herposure. “Hello, Mr. Spencer.” Wesley shifted his gaze elsewhere and offered a slight nod.


    The happiest person present was Elyse. Wesley had reallye! She tossed her hair and spoke softly. “What a coincidence, Mr. Spencer. I didn’t expect to see you here. Do you enjoy watching races too?” Her smile radiated warmth, her eyes softening as she gazed at Wesley, seemingly having forgotten her embarrassment at Gerald’s birthday banquet.


    Elena couldn’t help but admire Elyse’s resilience. Despite enduring repeated humiliations, Elyse carried on as if nothing had ever happened, never learning from past mistakes.


    As expected, Wesleypletely ignored Elyse. Met with silence, Elyse stood awkwardly alone. Karen swooped in to rescue her from the ufortable moment. “Why are you here?” Karen ventured.


    Unexpectedly, Wesley ordered, “Arrange a spot for them in the VIP area.” Felix responded without hesitation, “Yes, Mr. Spencer.”


    Felix’s reaction was a mixture of surprise and inevitability. Wesley offering his personal space was indeed extraordinary, but if it was for Elena, the gesture seemed less bewildering. Wesley hadn’t specified anyone in particr, so Karen naturally assumed the invitation extended to her.


    She smirked triumphantly at Elena, then smiled. “Thank you, Wesley. No need to trouble anyone. We can head there—”


    Before she could finish, her smile froze.


    Felix approached Elena, bowing slightly. “Miss Harper, please follow me.”


    Karen was dumbfounded.


    Elyse’s face darkened like a storm cloud. Why would Wesley invite Elena to the VIP area? Could it be that he and Elena…


    Impossible! Elyse instinctively rejected the thought. Wesley couldn’t possibly fancy Elena. Never. He hadn’t even shown interest in the Garrett family’s daughter; he certainly wouldn’t be attracted to Elena.


    It must be for Jeffry’s sake. Yes, that had to be the exnation. Elyse watched the group walk away, her hand unconsciously clenching into a tight fist.


    Once alone with Elena, Lydia leaned in immediately, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Come on, spill it. What’s going on between you and Mr. Spencer?”


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    Elena nced at her with cool indifference. “What do you think?”


    Lydia’s eyes widened with delight. “So you really are involved with him?”


    Elena’s brow furrowed deeply. What kind of nonsense was this? There was absolutely nothing between her and Wesley.


    “Stop talking nonsense,” Elena replied, an edge to her voice. “I’m only getting close to Wesley because I need to find clues about the ring my mentor left behind at the Spencer family.”


    Lydia remembered this detail, and her excitement deted like a punctured balloon. “That’s all?”


    Elena’s face—one that couldunch a thousand ships—was truly wasted if she didn’t use it to charm a few men.


    The race loomed on the horizon, so Elena left to prepare for thepetition. Most racers arrived with their own vehicles, despite the Spencer Group’s generous offer of high-performance cars. For true racers, the intimate connection with their cars was everything, so most preferred to race with their own.


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