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    Larry’s face creased with annoyance. “What nonsense are you spouting? When did you see Mr. Johnson fighting Mr. Spencer for Miss Harper’s attention?”


    “If Mr. Johnson wasn’t scheming, why push Mr. Spencer and Miss Harper together in the first ce?” Felix sneered.


    Determined to defend Wesley’s interests, Felix even criticized his older brother’sck of awareness. “How can you not see it? And you’re still the Johnson Group’s executive assistant? You need to have a private word with Mr. Johnson—remind him that Miss Harper is strictly off-limits.”


    Larry rubbed his temples, feeling a migraine brewing. Like boss, like assistant. Felix’s headstrong attitude mirrored Wesley’s.


    With a heavy sigh, Larry replied, “You’re reading too much into this. Mr. Johnson isn’t about to sh with Mr. Spencer over a woman.”


    Felix huffed, ready to protest further. In his mind, no one was allowed to wedge themselves between Wesley and Elena. He fully backed them as a couple—no exceptions.


    Before Felix could say more, Wesley rose to his feet, cutting off any further argument.


    Wesley set his ss down with finality. “We’re leaving.”


    Only then did Malcolm finally feel a wave of relief wash over him.


    The Johnson family vi was brightly lit, the air fragrant with wine and flowers, and thevishness of the birthday festivities reflected in a crystal chandelier.


    Marlon, hand in hand with Kiera, made their grand entrance down the spiral staircase, pausing before a towering eight-tier cake.


    Kiera wore a vibrant, ethereal dress adorned with petals. The off-the-shoulder masterpiece swirled around her slender waist, seemingly crafted just for her—a gift from Louis and a globally limited edition.


    Herplexion radiated delicate beauty. Bathed in light and surrounded by floral decorations, she truly resembled a princess.


    Marlon, beaming with happiness, addressed the gathering. “Thank you for joining us to celebrate my daughter Kiera’s twentieth birthday. I hope you all have a wonderful time.”


    Kiera then proceeded to slice the cake. Eachyer offered a unique vor.


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    Outside the immediate festivities stood Elena, deliberately keeping her distance. Her detached demeanor set her apart, marking her as an observer with a cool aura.


    Unexpectedly, a slice of cake was presented to her.


    “Here, have some,” Wesley said nonchntly, without looking at her.


    Elena was taken aback by the gesture. Why was Wesley offering her cake?


    Noticing she hadn’t epted it yet, Wesley’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I thought you said you wanted some cake earlier?”


    Elena paused, surprised, then realized Wesley had misunderstood. She had only mentioned the cake earlier to ease Malcolm out of an awkward moment, not because she wanted any herself.


    As Elena’s gaze met his, Wesley’s Adam’s apple shifted subtly, his expression slightly strained. He was holding a piece of vani cake.


    Elena epted the cake, murmuring softly, “Thank you.”


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