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    “So t-chested,” the woman continued. “Wesley will lose interest soon. Once he’s done with you, what will you have left?” Jealousy dripped from every syble.


    That was when it all clicked for Elena—the woman wasn’t defending Jaxon. She was eyeing Wesley. Considering Wesley’s maic charm, it wasn’t surprising.


    Elena arched a brow, shing a sharp smile. “You like Wesley? Shame I’m hispanion.”


    “You—” The woman’s face turned crimson, seething.


    As Elena turned to leave, the woman lunged after her, barking, “Stop right there, you bitch!”


    The woman caught up with Elena. “A woman like you—no curves, no charm—Wesley would never go for someone like that! Sure, after feasting on luxuries, he might sample something nd for a change of taste, but don’t tter yourself into thinking you’ll ever be permanent.”


    The tirade rolled on until the woman finally caught sight of someone standing quietly at the hallway’s end.


    Wesley leaned casually against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his striking features partially veiled by the swirling smoke.


    The woman’s words died on her lips as her entire body stiffened. A cold sweat broke out, her pulse racing. Hershes fluttered, betraying her fear. He didn’t hear that, did he?


    The memory of Jaxon chugging an entire bottle of whiskey, punished by Wesley for daring to use Elena of foul y, shed through her mind. If Wesley caught even a fragment of what she had just said… Her knees nearly buckled at the thought.


    Casting a sharp, using nce at Elena, the woman was convinced this was a trap—a setup designed to humiliate her in front of Wesley. Forcing her features into a strained smile, she cleared her throat. “Mr. Spencer, what are you doing here?”


    Wesley remained silent, his eyes dark and focused solely on Elena through the smoky haze.


    The woman’s forced confidence crumbled as he continued to ignore her. Relief mixed with awkwardness washed over her. Without another word, she pivoted and made for the private room.


    But just as she neared the corner, a sudden, piercing scream tore from her throat. “Ah!”


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    “Oh, my face! It burns! Damn, it burns!” The woman clutched her face, her cries slicing through the air like a de through silk.


    Her screams were so harrowing that even those inside the private room jolted at the sound. The door flew open with a bang.


    Someone immediately recognized her. “Jaxon, isn’t she the one you brought along?” they called out, their voice breaking the stunned silence.


    Jaxon’s bloodshot eyes snapped to attention as he stood.


    The moment the woman caught sight of Jaxon, she dashed into his embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Mr. Boyd, my face…” A burn mark marred her skin. Her delicateplexion was torn, the cigarette burn exposing raw, crimson flesh beneath. She shielded her face, anguish written across her expression.


    Jaxon’s hand instinctively moved to her shoulders as he raised his gaze to meet Wesley’s.


    Wesley stood tall, unfazed, while Elena slowly made her way to his side.


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