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    A grim look settled on Jaxon’s face. Wesley had dared toy a hand on his woman—an outright show of disrespect. Earlier during the game, Wesley had forced him to drink far too much, and now he had inflicted pain on Jaxon’spanion.


    This string of humiliations was unbearable for any man, especially one under the influence. The alcohol only fueled Jaxon’s fury.


    When sober, Jaxon feared Wesley and swallowed his pride like a bitter pill. But now, reckless courage took hold. His bloodshot eyes bore into Wesley’s as he clenched his jaw. “Wesley, don’t you think you owe me an exnation?”


    Wesley’s gaze remained steady. “What sort of exnation are you looking for?”


    That simple question ignited a fire in Jaxon. Why did he have to pay with excessive drinking when he identally offended Wesley’s woman, but Wesley could harm his woman without remorse?


    Malice filled Jaxon’s eyes as he sneered, “Wesley, you truly live up to your name—so full of arrogance!”


    His dark eyes darted toward Elena’s face as he taunted, “Wesley, you brought a woman with you today. I wonder how Miss Garrett would react if she knew?”


    “Garrett, why not give her a quick call? She’s returning to the country soon, isn’t she?”


    Malcolm’s lips curled downward as he coldly observed Jaxon. Finley Boyd, Jaxon’s father, should really discipline his son and ideally knock some sense into him.


    With those words hanging in the air, all eyes turned to Kason. Kason stood with his hands tucked in his pockets, his expression a mask of indifference.


    Jaxon met Kason’s piercing gaze and felt a momentary rity break through the haze of his anger.


    Kason, a military man through and through, held the distinction of being the youngest captain, his gaze wielding an oppressive weight that matched Wesley’s.


    Kason lit a cigarette, his eyes coldly fixed on Jaxon before flicking a nce at Elena. His expression remained unyielding, his voice a low murmur. “If you want to have a word with her, pick up the phone and call her yourself.”


    Jaxon, however, hesitated to make that call.


    The moment Jaxon mentioned the daughter of the Garrett family, an uneasy silence fell over the room. No one dared to break it.


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    Wesley, hands casually tucked in his pockets, strode up to Jaxon. “You can inform your dad that the Boyd Group won’t be partaking in the ind’s duty-free zone project.”


    Jaxon was taken aback, the haze of alcohol dissipating like morning fog. “Wesley…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Wesley turned to Malcolm, inquiring, “Did you bring him along?”


    Malcolm offered a rueful smile. “My apologies. That was my oversight. He won’t be making any more appearances.”


    Jaxon’s mind raced, shock coursing through him. What did that imply? Would he really be barred from attending any social gatherings in the again? Wesley seemed intent on banishing him from the city! He had just returned from Grovine, and if his father caught wind of this, he’d be shipped back to that wretched ce.


    Regret washed over Jaxon like a relentless tide. “Wesley, I spoke out of turn earlier. You…”


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