?Chapter 307:


    A gentle breeze teased her hair, highlighting her ethereal beauty that left onlookers breathless.


    Her eyes sparkled with an untamed, fiery spirit, captivating everyone around her.


    Wesley’s gaze lingered a touch too long, traveling from her eyes down to her slender waist. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes revealed a flicker of something deeper, more intense.


    He pulled out his phone, his fingers dialing a familiar number. Without a second thought, Elena took the call.


    Wesley’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “Come over.”


    Wesley guided Elena toward his car, opening the door for her with a quiet nod.


    Without a word, Felix moved a little further away, making sure he didn’t catch anything he wasn’t supposed to.


    Squeezed into the tight space, Wesley and Elena sat in the back seat.


    With a wary nce, Elena’s voice was steady but cautious. “What do you need from me, Mr. Spencer?”


    Wesley’s reply was low and husky, charged with an underlying intensity. “I need you.”


    Elena’s heart skipped a beat. She turned to face him, her eyes wide as she searched his face for clues about his meaning.


    His unreadable expression and piercing stare left her feeling exposed, as if he could see right through her.


    Suddenly, Wesley took out a document from his briefcase. “I need you to join mypany. You can dictate your own terms,” he insisted, sliding the contract toward her.


    The bold title “Employment Agreement” at the top of the page caught her eye, rifying his previous ambiguous words.


    Elena let out a smallugh, the tension easing slightly. “Mr. Spencer, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m not considering any newmitments at the moment.”


    Despite her words, Wesley leaned in, his proximity overwhelming. Their faces were so close that the soft whisper of their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them.


    Elena recoiled slightly, instinctively trying to put some distance between them.


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    But just as she shifted away, Wesley’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly.


    She tugged at her arm, trying to free herself, but his grasp was unyielding, his strength formidable.


    Startled, Elena experienced an unexpected sensation ripple through her.


    A whiff of cedar, delicate and inviting, tickled her senses.


    Wesley’s gaze held her captive; his eyes, deep and enigmatic, seemed to pull her into their abyss.


    Up close, Elena observed the sharp contours of Wesley’s face—his pronounced nose, the depth of his features, his sculpted jawline. She blinked, trying to dispel the bewildering emotions swirling inside her.


    “You’re on my clothes,” Elena pointed out, her voice a mixture of amusement and annoyance.


    Wesley looked down, his gazending on her dress hem pinned under his leg.


    Yet, he remained unmoved, his voice taking on a raspy edge. “You’re El, aren’t you? The IP attacking Earle’s dar traces back to the Harper family — it has to be you. Help me with the stealth algorithm, and I’ll give you anything you want.”


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