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    Malcolm exined, “Jaxon has left Houis and won’t be back for some time. His father has stripped him of his financial privileges.”


    Without those privileges, Jaxon’s life would be a challenging uphill battle. A spoiled heir without family wealth would struggle to even maintain a normal life outside.


    Elena hadn’t expected Jaxon’s father to be so unforgiving. “Oh,” she replied, her demeanor unchanged. Such matters rarely stirred her. Though Jaxon had crossed her, she had not been lenient.


    Just then, a stir at the door signaled the arrival of the Spencer family. Elena was about to leave when Malcolm stopped her to discuss this month’s sales figures for the scented candles.


    The candles had taken the market by storm. Malcolm wanted to add more production lines, so he asked Elena if she had any other forms.


    After considering it, Elena said, “Sure, let’s keep the eighty-twenty split.”


    Malcolm grinned. “Great.”


    The two stood side by side, a striking couple, enjoying a pleasant conversation.


    The vi’s gates swung wide as vibrant guests parted to make way for the neer.


    Wesley strode in with long, confident steps, his hands casually tucked in his pockets.


    From a distance, Marlon spotted Wesley and approached. “Mr. Spencer, it’s a privilege to have you grace us with your presence at Kiera’s birthday celebration.”


    Wesley nodded with an easy demeanor, his gaze shifting to Felix.


    Understanding the unspoken cue, Felix promptly handed the gift to the Johnson family’s butler, who waited with a poised expression.


    Elena, observing the crowd gathered around Wesley, turned to Malcolm. “Aren’t you going over there?”


    Leaning nonchntly against the railing, a cigarette perched between his fingers, Malcolm chuckled softly. “Why should I? The crowd is already doing a fine job entertaining Wesley. Adding one more wouldn’t tip the scales.”


    In the, everyone was eager to fawn over Wesley. Only Malcolm knew him well enough to say such things.


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    Seizing the moment, Malcolm turned to Elena. “Miss Harper, could you do me a favor?”


    “What’s on your mind?” Elena raised an eyebrow, puzzled. What kind of favor could Malcolm possibly want?


    “How about you and Wesleye over for some games this weekend?”


    Was that all? Just a simple invitation? Elena raised a brow. “And why exactly do I need to be there?”


    “Because Wesley wille if you’re there,” Malcolm said inly, as if the logic was obvious. “Lately, he’s been treating me like I don’t exist. Miss Harper, do me a favor and give Wesley a reason to cut me some ck.”


    This wasn’t a mere guess—Malcolm was certain Wesley disliked him. But for the life of him, he couldn’t pinpoint the cause, aside from that one time he had foolishly brought that fool Jaxon to a gathering. Was that really enough to set Wesley off?


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