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    “Yes,” the manager confirmed.


    Francesca’s grin widened. “Bring them in.”


    “Right away.”


    Shortly after, a group of remarkably handsome young men entered. They lined up, each strikingly attractive. Each stood over six feet tall, boasting impressive physiques.


    Francesca pointed at one, her voice alive with excitement. “Elena, do you see anyone you like? These are the top handsome pretty boys here at Empire. That’s Galen Sugden, the best of the lot. Handsome, right? I picked him out just for you. What do you think?”


    Elena’s eyes followed the direction Francesca pointed. A man stood there, his demeanor quiet andposed, giving off a sense of shyness.


    Galen stood apart from the others, his face calm and peaceful, a sharp contrast to the yful expressions of hispanions. His eyes seemed deep, as though they carried infinite, endless depths within them.


    At that moment, Elena was reminded of someone else. Wesley’s eyes held a simr depth, mysterious and imprable.


    Suddenly, Elena felt an intense stare. She looked up and found herself looking directly into the very eyes she had been thinking of. This encounter left her momentarily speechless.


    Outside the private room, Wesley’s expression was one of clear displeasure.


    Behind Wesley, Felix looked into the room, the door ajar.


    Felix was sweating heavily. The sight of Elena surrounded by attractive young men at the club waspletely unexpected. He watched Wesley’s expression with nervous anticipation, noting that it was just as dark and stormy as he had expected.


    Lately, Wesley had been in a foul mood, creating a tense atmosphere at hispany. The executives found themselves walking on eggshells around him. Felix had hoped that Elena might soothe Wesley’s temper. But now, rather than easing his mood, it seemed she had only added fuel to the fire.


    Wesley’s look was icy as he stared at Elena.


    Elena casually looked away, acting as if she hadn’t noticed Wesley at all.


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    Wesley couldn’t help butugh in disbelief. She didn’t bother to answer his texts but here she was, engaging with those young men. She was quite something.


    Wesley finished his drink in one gulp and immediately refilled his ss. Malcolm arched an eyebrow and looked at Felix, silently questioning what was going on.


    Felix just shook his head quietly. He wouldn’t dare say a word. Wesley wasn’t just drinking; he was obviously burning with jealousy.


    With a touch of amusement, Malcolm said, “Wesley, you stepped out for a moment and now you’re back here drinking alone? What’s the fun in that? If something’s on your mind, why not talk about it with us? We might help you sort it out or at least make things a bit lighter.”


    “Get lost,” Wesley responded with a frosty stare at Malcolm.


    The private room was spacious, and Malcolm sat on a bar stool, one foot t on the floor while his other knee was rxed and bent.


    Malcolm observed Wesley, who reclined alone on a couch, legs crossed and body leaned back.


    The dim corner hid Wesley’s face from Malcolm, leaving only the sight of Wesley’s empty ss visible.


    The bottle on the table was nearly empty. Regardless of how much one can handle, drinking like this wasn’t wise. Moreover, Wesley usually wasn’t one to drown his sorrows in alcohol.


    Felix appeared concerned. He knew Wesley’s stomach was delicate, and excessive drinking could spell trouble. He hesitated multiple times, clearly wanting to say something but in the end, he held back.


    Malcolm stood up from his chair and moved to join Wesley on the sofa. “Who made you so upset that you’re acting like this?”


    Wesley mped his mouth shut, choosing to remain quiet.


    The ss clinked crisply as it met the table.


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