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    Elena’s head snapped up, eyes zing red. She struck the nearest bodyguard square in the face, then grabbed a wine bottle from a nearby table.


    “Crash!” The bottle shattered with a sharp crack.


    ss shards scattered, cutting into Elena’s hand. Blood welled immediately, vivid against her smooth skin, dripping onto the floor. A dark, foreboding stain spread beneath her, pooling ominously.


    Beneath Elena’s feet, a bodyguard writhed, his head bleeding, his face contorted in agony. A chilling hush swept over the room.


    Cecily shouted, “Elena, what the hell are you doing?”


    Benjamin wore a stern expression. Despite the numerous bodyguards present, none could subdue Elena effectively. Worse, she had overpowered several of them.


    Chaos reigned in the space.


    Benjamin turned to Sylvia with a frown. “Did you actually drug her?”


    Sylvia nodded vigorously. “Absolutely! It was on the wine ss. I saw her touch it!”


    “Then how is she still resisting?” Benjamin asked, equally puzzled.


    As Benjamin prepared to summon more help, the distinct sound of leather shoes striking the floor resonated through the room.


    The crowd parted, clearing a path.


    Elena lifted her eyes to meet a striking, elegant face. It was Wesley. Dressed in a sleek ck suit, his tall figure radiated effortless authority. One hand was casually tucked into his pocket, the other ying with a silver lighter. His demeanor was cool and distant.


    Wesley’s casual scan of the room ended as his eyes settled on Elena’s face—a visage of eerie calmness, almost ethereal in its wlessness.


    Benjamin quickly shifted to a fawning smile upon seeing Wesley. He had extended invitations to several distinguished families in the, but had not expected any notable attendees. Yet, Wesley had arrived.


    With enthusiasm, Benjamin greeted him. “Mr. Spencer, your presence at my daughter’s wedding is a tremendous honor for the Reed family.”


    As Benjamin spoke, the atmosphere among the onlookers shifted noticeably.


    Wesley was a household name in Foiclens. Even those who had never met him knew of his formidable reputation. He was the’s wealthiest individual, the leader of the Spencer Group.


    The Spencers were the’s most affluent family, boasting iparable assets with interests across various sectors, notably the lucrative ind duty-free trade.


    The special economic zone initiative was a highly coveted project, sought after by all major corporations. Any coboration with the Spencer Group was seen as a prestigious boost to a family’s social standing.


    The crowd’s eyes were drawn to Wesley with a mix of admiration and respect, while their nces toward the Reeds carried curiosity tinged with jealousy.


    “Mr. Spencer is attending the Reeds’ wedding!”


    “How are the Reeds connected to Mr. Spencer? They’re incredibly fortunate—not only allying with the Griffiths but also engaging with the Spencers of the. Rumor had it that the Reeds had crossed the Harpers and were on the verge of bankruptcy. Mr. Spencer’s involvement could not only save them from financial ruin but possibly elevate their status even further!”


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