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    In that instant, his body reacted with a strong physiological response. Wesley clenched his teeth, using the pain to maintain some measure of rity. He had never been romantically involved with anyone; his desires were often suppressed, and even self-indulgence was rare. His self-control was extraordinary.


    Yet, the drug Earle used was incredibly potent, awakening the desires Wesley had long kept at bay. His lower body grew intensely warm and rigid, painfully constrained. His breathing became heavy, and a flush spread from his eyes down to his neck.


    A man who was typicallyposed now burned with desire, the sensation spreading like wildfire and consuming his rationality. Visions of a slender waist flooded Wesley’s mind, his throat tightening until he could no longer hold back, reaching down into his pants. Desire overwhelmed his sense of reason, his rapid breaths drowning out the noise of his movements.


    Wesley shut his eyes, picturing Elena’s face. The veins on the back of his hand stood out as his movements quickened. He let out a suppressed groan as his release covered his hand. Breathing deeply, he gradually opened his eyes, his gaze filled with intense longing.


    The room was quiet, marked only by the sound of his breathing. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and a potent musk.


    Charlette tensed at the unexpected sound of Wesley’s groan and instinctively moved away from his door.


    Wesley seemed to be in unusually high spirits. Even while injured, he still had an erection. Charlette felt a mix of surprise and amusement. She had secretly assumed Wesley suffered from sexual dysfunction, especially given his usual aloofness around women. Clearly, she had misjudged him.


    She nced at her watch—over an hour had passed, and Wesley still wasn’t finished. His stamina was nothing short of remarkable.


    When he finally emerged, Charlette stepped forward and knocked on the door, her voice steady but urgent. “Sir, the helicopter has arrived.” It was finally time for them to head back home.


    Earlemanded fearsome authority, ruling over all the gangs in Avaloria with an iron fist. More daring and ruthless than his assassinated father, the former boss, Earle engaged in arms trafficking, drug dealing, and even darker activities. Whispers circted that Earle had orchestrated his own father’s death to seize power, a testament to his merciless nature.


    With Earle now on their trail, Wesley’s continued presence in Avaloria was a gamble with their lives. They had to get out immediately. Upon learning of Wesley’s predicament, the Houis Embassy had swiftly arranged a helicopter to whisk him back to safety.


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    The door swung open, and Wesley stepped out, his hair still damp. He looked every bit the unppable gentleman, his shirt neatly tucked into his trousers, betraying no hint of the ordeal he had just endured. Wesley’s expression was dark and resolute as hemanded, “Have someone send the research data back.”


    Charlette’s brows rose in surprise. “Aren’t you returning as well, Mr. Spencer?”


    As he shrugged into his coat, Wesley’s footsteps echoed against the hardwood floor. He paused at the door, a dark glint in his eyes. “Earle went through all that trouble to ambush me. How could I possibly resist returning the favor?”


    Wesley’s determination was unwavering; once he set his mind to a course of action, there was no swaying him.


    Charlette bit her lip in thought, then hesitantly voiced her concerns. “This is Earle’s territory. We’re outnumbered; it might be too risky to confront him.”


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