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    Malcolm took out a cigarette and offered it to Wesley.


    Wesley epted it with his elegant fingers, drew in a deep breath, and blew out a ring of smoke. The nicotine did little to ease his restless mind.


    Just then, the room’s door opened, and a woman with a seductive figure walked in, holding a tray of drinks.


    Her captivating red lips and shapely body captured attention as she looked directly at Wesley. She knelt on one knee, leaning in to pour the drink. Her pose was so low that it exposed a significant amount of her smooth skin and rounded cleavage.


    “Mr. Spencer, your drink,” she said, holding the ss so close to his toes that her posture was undeniably provocative.


    Malcolm scoffed, amused by yet another womanpletely unaware of the danger she was flirting with.


    Wesley narrowed his eyes, barely acknowledging her presence. “Leave.”


    The woman, determined not to waste such a chance, pouted and said softly, “Mr. Spencer, don’t you like it when I serve your drinks? I can pour as much as you like. I’m a good girl.”


    With Wesley showing no response, she clenched her teeth and pushed her chest closer. She doubted any man could possibly resist such irresistible charm. Shey on the floor in a bold pose, with her hips raised, waist lowered, and chest pushed forward, all in a manner meant to captivate. Such a daring disy was intended to awaken any man’s desire.


    A look of longing crossed her face, and she was sure that Wesley would feelpelled to respond.


    “Ah!” Suddenly, she let out a scream.


    A stream of cold liquor drenched her head. Her eyes, previously dreamy, now widened in shock and trembled with fear. “M-Mr. Spencer!”


    Wesley dismissed her with a sneer, tossing the ss aside, his eyes steady and unshaken. His tone was icy as he asked, “Still not leaving?”


    Realizing her mistake, the woman hurriedly left the room.


    Malcolm shook his head with a smirk, letting out a mock sigh of sympathy. “Tsk, she wasn’t unattractive, you know. Wesley, it seems like you don’t really appreciate a beautiful woman.”


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    Wesley exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Did you enjoy the show?”


    Malcolm’s smirk faltered as he sensed Wesley was about to settle scores. He straightened his posture and said, “Well, Empire needs a new manager. How could they let women with hidden agendas serve drinks?”


    Smoke curled around Wesley’s striking features, his expression appearing in glimpses as it drifted through the air. He stayed quiet, his fingers carelessly ying with his cigarette.


    Malcolm was caught off guard. Was Wesley serious about changing the management? The manager of Empire had been under Wesley for many years. Malcolm arched an eyebrow and asked, “Wesley, are you really considering a recement?”


    Wesley put out his cigarette and suddenly stood up. “Empire indeed needs a revamp.”


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