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    A flicker of displeasure momentarily clouded Wesley’s eyes, hinting his concerns extended far beyond the mere confines of work. His voice, tinged with a frosty undertone, cut through the silence. “Is that so?”


    Elena, ever perceptive, caught the subtle shifts in Wesley’s mood with sharp awareness. Committed to her promise to assist with research and development, she wouldn’t go back on her word.


    “Yes,” she replied, her voice resolute, her demeanor marked by a stoic indifference that swiftly dismantled Wesley’s previously buoyant spirits.


    With a pointed gesture toward the desk across his office, hismand was clear. “That’s your workstation. From now on, you’ll work here.” His words left no room for negotiation.


    Elena’s brows knitted together in a silent frown, yet she chose to remain mute. Traditionally, the eighth floor housed only the CEO’s office—a realm apart from the others. Normally, she would be stationed on the seventh floor, alongside Charlette.


    However, Wesley’s decision was final, and Elena, unperturbed by the change, resolved that her work ethic would remain unaffected by her surroundings.


    Charlette, caught off guard by the sudden shift, was visibly shaken as she moved the project materials to the eighth floor. Wesley’s reputation for meticulousness and his stringent adherence to personal space were well-known. His choice to share his space was unprecedented. It seemed Elena was no ordinary individual.


    Curiosity piqued, Charlette nned to seek out Felix to uncover what had transpired during her absence that led to such a radical departure from Wesley’s usual demeanor.


    As Charlette left, she cast a lingering nce over her shoulder, noting Elena’s deep focus on her tasks, while Wesley’s features remained etched with a persistent shadow of discontent.


    Charlette noticed that Wesley’s obsession with cleanliness seemed to vary depending on the person. She watched closely until their eyes met—his gaze unreadable and unexpressive—causing her to tense instantly. Deciding not to linger, she quickly shut the office door.


    Charlette made a swift exit from the eighth floor. Upon arriving at the seventh floor, she bumped into Boden Norris, head of the Research Group. Boden, noticing she hade down from the eighth floor, casually asked, “Charlette, is Mr. Spencer in the office today? I heard he was injured. Why is he still working? That’s some serious dedication!”


    Charlette kept a neutral expression and shook her head without saying a word. Wesley’s presence wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed.


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    Noticing her demeanor, Boden leaned in and whispered, “Charlette, do you hold some insider info?”


    Boden had earned his master’s degree from a renowned university and came from a reputable family. He was brought into Edgewing by Charlette right after graduation. Younger than her by two years, Boden was known for his vibrant personality and youthful looks.


    Charlette lightly pushed his head aside and warned, “You’re really testing your luck digging into Mr. Spencer’s business.”


    Boden grinned mischievously as he followed her. “Only with you, Charlette. I wouldn’t dare with anyone else.”


    Just as Charlette took her seat, the office door was forcefully opened. Kaya Evans, head of auditing, stormed in and mmed a file onto Charlette’s desk.


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