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    Without dy, she made the necessary arrangements. That very night, they were airborne, leaving the chaos behind.


    Back in the, upon hearing of their ordeal, Jeffry hurried to the Spencer family estate.


    He found Wesley recliningfortably, watching videos despite his injuries. Jeffry let out a deep breath of relief.


    With an amused smirk, he quipped, “Who is this enchantress in the video that has you so captivated?”


    Wesley snapped theptop shut, but not before Jeffry’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the background—a distinct scene from Aureus Auction House.


    Wesley remainedposed, showing no sign of difort despite nearly being caught watching the video of Jeffry’s sister.


    Seeing Wesley’sck of reaction, Jeffry stopped teasing him. In a more serious tone, he asked, “What happened? How did you end up in a conflict with Earle?”


    Wesley’s gaze turned cold. “He killed my team and trapped me. I’ve marked him as an enemy.”


    Jeffry was well aware of Earle’s reputation for insanity and brutal tactics. Yet Earle had chosen to provoke Wesley of all people.


    “To target you, he must have a death wish,” Jeffry remarked.


    Wesley remained silent, his expression dark. Simply interfering with one of Earle’s arms deals felt like a mild response. Wesley intended to dismantle Earle’s entire undergroundwork.


    After confirming that Wesley was all right despite his injury, Jeffry casually slipped his hand into his pocket, preparing to leave.


    “Be extra cautious, and bring more bodyguards,” he advised, pausing at the door. After a moment’s thought, he added, “Earle controls a group of assassins. Maybe hire a top-level assassin for your protection.”


    Wesley stayed silent,pletely unfazed. If Earle’s people were bold enough toe to the, they wouldn’t be leaving alive.


    The data Wesley had secured was crucial for histest stealth aircraft research. This thought brought Elena to mind—that clever woman. This time, he was determined to have her join hispany.


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    Meanwhile, Elena remained blissfully unaware of Wesley’s intentions. She had recently epted a mission from Pantheon, taking the task specifically because it involved Earle. Her expression turned icy as she read his name.


    Earle, the head of the Shadow, had been aggressively pursuing Lydia. Elena opened herptop, her gaze locked on the screen as her fingers flew over the keys. Lines ofplex code scrolled rapidly across the disy.


    She soon discovered a vulnerability in the enemy’s firewall and breached their website. The enemy’s skilled hackers detected the intrusion in less than three minutes.


    As the summer heat faded, the night wind grew wild. In the quiet, the only sound was the tapping of her keyboard—the rhythmic cking a signal of battle, announcing the onset of a bloodless war in the shadows of the inte.


    Her fingers moved with precision, a slight smile ying on her lips. Her frosty demeanor radiated a fierce energy, like a generalmanding troops beneath the moonlight.


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