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    Wesley guided Elena to a seat at the center of the room.


    A sharp look from Wesley silenced Jaxon immediately.


    Jaxon’s curiosity was piqued.


    It was such a rare sight to see Wesley with a woman, and Jaxon found himself a witness to this umon event.


    Raising his wine ss toward Elena, Jaxon said, “Pleased to meet you. Allow me to propose a toast.”


    Elena remained motionless.


    Jaxon’s smile briefly faltered but quickly recovered. “I’ll have a drink. Feel free to join if you wish.”


    He took a hearty gulp, consuming half the ss.


    Someone poured Elena a drink, but another hand swiftly removed it from her reach.


    Without changing his expression, Wesley casually interjected, “She doesn’t drink.”


    Malcolm, just finishing a phone call, turned and was momentarily taken aback by Elena’s presence. “Miss Harper, what brings you here?”


    Quickly catching on, Malcolm asked, “Are you apanying Wesley?”


    Elena nodded. “Yes.”


    Malcolm, still holding his phone, looked surprised but said nothing. He had long noticed Wesley’s particr fondness for Elena. Could Wesley be ready to show his hand this early?


    Pondering this, Malcolm nced again at Elena. She seemed unlike the other women present.


    Such events were as much about business for the men as they were social battlegrounds for the women. Thedies typically wore outfits that were either boldly striking or subtly charming, all designed to attract attention.


    But Elena didn’t fit the typical mold. In her simple white dress, she sat beside Wesley—not overly attached to him nor visibly intimidated. Her posture was rxed yet confident, allowing her to stand out while blending in seamlessly.


    Malcolm averted his eyes, identally meeting Wesley’s stern gaze, and immediately felt a warning. He chose to sit at a distance from Elena to avoid Wesley’s cold stare.


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    Jaxon reignited the group’s chatter, turning to Malcolm with a question, “Do you know her, Malcolm?”


    Recently returned from training abroad at his father’s behest, Jaxon was still reacquainting himself with the’s social scene and was unfamiliar with Elena.


    Malcolm flicked his lighter to life with a smirk and yfully said, “Try not to drag me into this, alright?” Didn’t Jaxon see Wesley’s icy re?


    Jaxon was about to continue the banter when Wesley cut in firmly, “Let’s cut the chatter.”


    Slightly embarrassed but quick to recover, Jaxonughed and addressed Elena, “I’ve just returned from Grovine and haven’t seen such grace in a long time. Please excuse my honesty.”


    With Wesley’s presence, the dinner was about to begin.


    Wesley took the prime seat at the table, Elena seated next to him. Across from them sat Malcolm and another man with short, neat hair who kept mostly to himself.


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