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    Jaxon had emptied a bottle of whiskey, leaving him drained and sluggish.


    Elena couldn’tprehend the lingering storm within Wesley. After a short pause, she broke the silence softly, saying to Wesley, “It’s fine. Doesn’t bother me.” So, he shouldn’t be bothered either.


    Wesley cast his gaze downward and hummed faintly, offering nothing further.


    The group lingered at the table, continuing a few more rounds of the game.


    Midway, Elena excused herself and made her way to the washroom. While rinsing her hands, her eyes caught sight of a statuesque woman reflected in the mirror. The woman stood nearby, d in a scarlet slip dress, slit high to reveal a long leg, radiating undeniable sensuality.


    Elena flicked away droplets from her fingertips and turned to leave, only for the woman’s voice to halt her. “ying with men like that… You sure know how to stand out.”


    Elena immediately picked up on the sharpness in the woman’s tone. She halted, lifting her head to meet the woman’s stare through the ss.


    The woman’s golden curls cascaded down, framing her bold brows and crimson-painted lips, her eyesced with envy and scorn. Unbothered, Elena’s expression stayedposed, her gaze frosty.


    The woman shifted her posture, one hand perched on her waist as she studied Elena with thinly veiled contempt. “You’ve got a passable face, I’ll give you that. No wonder Wesley noticed you,” she sneered. “But curves? Not quite. I’m surprised he goes for in types like you. Let me give you a tip, woman to woman—drop the attitude.”


    Taking a step closer, the woman whispered, “You’re heading for a fall.”


    Elena recognized the woman as Jaxon’spanion. Was this an attempt to defend him?


    With a cool demeanor, Elena replied, “Is that so?”


    The woman’s irritation only deepened at Elena’s rxed response. Conceited, wasn’t she?


    Since Elena stepped into the private room and drew the attention of every man there, this woman’s resentment had only grown. She knew her own body was more…


    Her figure was more eye-catching, yet she had been sidelined. Meanwhile, Elena had effortlessly be the center of conversation, sharing drinks and games with those wealthy men.


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    The more the woman stewed on it, the more resentment brewed, leading her to follow Elena to the restroom. She had nned to intimidate her, but Elena’s icy indifference and utter disregard fueled her fury, leaving her trembling with rage.


    With a bitter chuckle, the woman spat, “What makes you so smug? Trading favors to climb thedder—are you really that naive?”


    In her world, men were stepping stones. She had flitted between affluent lovers, with Jaxon being the wealthiest so far. She relied on men to enter high society, constantly seeking wealthier prospects. To her, every woman shared that same hunger for power, including Elena.


    The woman had once believed Jaxon to be the ultimate prize—rich, attractive, and indulgent. But upon glimpsing Wesley earlier, everything shifted. He was devastatingly handsome, as though hand-carved by fate itself. His chiseled profile, sharp nose, and imposing brow gave him an air of undeniable dominance.


    The Spencer Group was the wealthiest in the, with assets rivaling nations. And yet, Wesley continuously shielded Elena. Naturally, the woman was envious. She figured if fate had yed out differently, she might’ve been the one at his side.


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