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    The color drained from Elyse’s face. She nervously avoided Elena’s prating gaze and quickly changed the subject. “The race is about to start. Let’s hurry inside.”


    She couldn’t bear the thought of Elena discovering what she had said behind her back.


    In the CEO’s office of Spencer Group, Wesley sat at his desk, focused on his work.


    His injuries had healed enough for him to return to thepany and face the mounting backlog waiting for him.


    When he worked, his focus was almost supernatural—calcting returns on billion-dor contracts and handlingplex negotiations with the board of directors.


    Exhausted, he finally conquered the mountain of tasks as the clock neared four in the afternoon.


    At that moment, Felix knocked on the door. “Mr. Spencer, your coffee is ready.”


    “Come in,” Wesley replied without looking up, still fixated on the financial report in his hands.


    The sharp angles of his high-bridged nose and chiseled features gave him a cold aura, yet his appearance was undeniably captivating.


    Felix averted his envious gaze. With looks like that, hard work seemed almost optional. Wesley’s appearance alone could guarantee afortable life.


    After setting down the coffee, Felix headed for the door but suddenly stopped, remembering something important. He turned back.


    “Mr. Spencer, there’s something I think you should know.”


    With cold calction, Wesley lowered his dark eyes slightly and said, “Go ahead.”


    Hesitantly, Felix cleared his throat. “Karen has taken one of your vehicles from the garage. She intends to participate in this afternoon’s race.”


    With deliberate precision, Wesley closed the document and lifted his gaze. His face remained an imprable mask of indifference as he regarded Felix, though a flicker of irritation crossed his eyes.


    Felix understood what Wesley meant—why disturb him with something so trivial?


    In truth, if it had been just Karen borrowing a car, Felix wouldn’t have thought it important enough to interrupt Wesley’s work at all.


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    “There’s more,” Felix said carefully. “It appears she and Miss Harper have entered into some sort of wager. Miss Harper will also bepeting in today’s race.”


    He had caught fragments of Theo’s conversation in the break room earlier. The mention of Elena’s name had instantly captured Felix’s attention.


    After delivering this information, Felix studied Wesley’s face for any reaction but found none. His heart tightened in his chest.


    Had he crossed a line by reporting this? Perhaps Wesley held no interest in Elena’s affairs whatsoever. A chill of regret ran down Felix’s spine as he recalled Wesley’s notorious disdain for trivial matters. Why hadn’t he kept this information to himself?


    Lowering his head swiftly, Felix adopted his most deferential posture. “I apologize, Mr. Spencer. I shouldn’t have—”


    “Get the car ready.”


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