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    She looked at Evelyn suspiciously. “Is what you just said true?” Frustrated, Evelyn simply sneered, rolled her eyes, and ignored her. Suddenly, Karen felt flustered. If the card really was given to Elena by Jeffry, then her actions just now…


    Filled with unease, Karen turned her gaze toward Elena’s face. Elena arched an eyebrow. “Not nning to call the police anymore?” Karen stayed silent.


    With the priority now on treating Bertha, Elena used the ck card to purchase the etherscent vine.


    She considered that it might soon be time to pay a visit to Gerald.


    In Avaloria, the night was quiet, and the softly lit room echoed with the sound of heavy breathing. Wesley’s eyes held a deadly re. He sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, his elegant suit discarded beside him. His shirt was partially untucked, and the open cor revealed his chest, rising and falling with each uneven breath. The sleeves of his ck shirt were rolled up to his forearms, exposing firm muscles. The air was tinged with the scent of blood.


    Expressionless, Wesley lifted his dark shirt to reveal a bullet lodged deep in his abdomen. His head hung low, concealing his face.


    There was a knock at the door.


    “Wesley, I’ve brought the medical kit.”


    A tall, striking woman entered with the kit in hand. Charlette Patel knelt beside him, pulling out a scalpel and gauze, prepared to remove the bullet.


    Wesley’s voice was low. “I’ll handle it myself. Leave.”


    Charlette paused. “The bullet is lodged deeply, and we don’t have any anesthetic. Are you sure you can do this alone?”


    Wesley remained silent, simply giving her a look. Charlette quickly understood and left the room.


    This situation was her doing; she had unknowingly led Wesley into a trap.


    Charlette, who managed research for Wesley’s military-industrialpany, Edgewing, had arrived in Avaloria six months earlier to expand their market reach. She hadn’t expected to draw the attention of Earle, a local crime boss. He targeted thepany and eliminated the highly skilled technicians she had hired.


    Charlette managed to secure the research data, intending to deliver them to Wesley, but she unwittingly walked into a trap set by Earle. He had released her intentionally, using her as bait to lure Wesley out.


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    Had Wesley not reacted swiftly, they both might have died there.


    Within the room, beside the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, Wesley’s hand remained steady as he operated the scalpel, cutting through his flesh without a flicker of emotion. With precision, he used forceps to extract the bullet lodged in the bloody wound. A quick twist of his wrist sent the bullet clinking softly to the floor.


    Sweat beaded on Wesley’s forehead, trickling down his defined jawline, dripping onto his neck, and soaking into his shirt. The calm around him shattered, and his dark eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. Once the bullet was removed, he casually bandaged the wound.


    A sudden surge of sensation overwhelmed his lower abdomen—a sensation he had been fighting to suppress. What Charlette didn’t know was that Wesley had not only been shot but had also inhaled a narcotic mist. The drug was a potent aphrodisiac.


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