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    In disbelief, Kaya blurted out, “If that’s the case, where is her office? Why has no one seen her?”


    Wesley’s gaze grew cold.


    Facing his icy stare, Kaya tensed, suddenly aware of the gravity of her challenge. She had dared to question Wesley’s words! Fear crept into her heart, and she swiftly looked away.


    Observing Kaya’s shaken expression, Charlette felt much relief. Kaya, known for her foolishness and malice, had often stirred trouble. Now, she seemed effectively silenced.


    Charlette spoke gently, “Miss Harper has her office on the eighth floor.”


    This revtion not only shocked Kaya but also rippled through the onlookers. After all, the eighth floor was reserved for Wesley’s operations.


    Suddenly, all eyes in the room turned to Elena with newfound respect. Who else but someone of significant importance would share a floor with Wesley?


    Elena, strikingly beautiful, stood there with smooth skin and poisedposure, looking every bit the part she was reputed to hold. From no angle did she resemble a fraud.


    Sensing a shift, Kaya felt a mix of jealousy and the need to maintain appearances. With a strained smile, she extended her hand to Elena. “I apologize. I was only considering thepany’s interests. No hard feelings, I hope? I’m Kaya from the Audit Department. And which department might you be with?”


    Elena did not react. The fleeting glimpse of jealousy and annoyance in Kaya’s eyes did not escape her.


    Elena saw no merit in engaging with someone harboring such negativity.


    Charlette briefly caught Wesley’s eye. Elena’s cement had been personally arranged by Wesley, and he had not disclosed her department.


    Feeling overlooked, Kaya masked her annoyance with a semnce of graciousness. “Mr. Spencer, I assure you, my intentions were benign. As future colleagues, it surely benefits us to build rapport for better coboration.”


    Kaya assumed Elena’s aloofness would be frowned upon by Wesley. With feigned civility, she aimed to portray Elena as distant, hoping it might influence Wesley’s view.


    Unbeknownst to Kaya, Wesley was already familiar with Elena’s reserved demeanor and was not bothered by it.


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    Wesley responded calmly, “That won’t be necessary. Her only responsibilities revolve around me.”


    It wouldn’t take much for Wesley’s words to spark wild spection.


    Elena arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile ying on her lips. Charlette almost burst into apuse, thoroughly impressed. Her eyes lingered on Wesley, admiration clear as she silently marveled at his words. Kaya’s face flushed a deep crimson, her anger barely contained. It was truly hrious.


    Charlette’s suspicions were confirmed. Wesley did treat Elena differently, a fact bing painfully clear.


    Kaya’s features twisted into a scowl, her expression crumbling under the weight of her emotions. What had Wesley just said? What did he mean by “Elena’s only responsibilities revolve around him”? Was he referring to work, or something more personal?


    Kaya, who had harbored feelings for Wesley for years, felt a sharp sting of jealousy. He had seldom spared her a nce despite her efforts. And now this neer—Elena—had waltzed in and easily won his favor.


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