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    With that, Wesley picked up his suit jacket from the sofa and headed for the door. Felix quickly tagged along.


    Malcolm stood there,pletely stunned. What could have possibly stirred Wesley up like that? Was Wesley truly determined to fire the manager over such a trivial matter? There had been attempts to charm Wesley in the past, but he had never reacted with such anger before.


    Wesley made his way down to a specific room.


    Felix looked up. It was the room where Elena was in. It seemed Wesley still minded Elena enjoying those handsome men’spany. He silently hoped Elena didn’t do anything outrageous. If Wesley walked in and saw Elena close to one of those dashing men, his anger could explode, and Elena would be on the receiving end of his fury.


    Inside the room, the atmosphere was lively.


    Elena had no idea that Wesley hade back and was now standing just outside.


    Francesca was quite familiar with these pretty boys. They crowded around her, showering her with affectionate words.


    Francesca was known for her cuteness, generosity, and easygoing nature, always making sure to leave generous tips. These men all appreciated her. While most of the dashing men worked to please Francesca, Galen stood as an exception, sitting quietly in a corner.


    Francesca brushed off the eager men and pointed at Elena. “The one who brightens Elena’s day will get a six-month contract from me.”


    With Francesca’s incentive announced, the men’s eyes lit up with excitement. One quickly grabbed some grapes and came forward. “Elena, would you like some grapes? They’re especially sweet here.”


    Another extended a drink. “Elena, feeling thirsty? Why not try this?”


    One even lifted his shirt to reveal his abs, casting a shy look at Elena. “Would you like to feel my abs, Elena?”


    Francesca, being the mischievous devil, let out a yful whistle. “Damn, you guys aren’t this hyped up when it’s just me. Is it because Elena’s here, and you all think she’s hotter or something?”


    The man who’d just shed his abs, showing off like a peacock, went bright red. He snuck a quick, shy look over at Elena.


    Elena, however, sat perfectly straight on the sofa, her face a total nk. Not a flicker of emotion. She shut down their flirting with a simple, “No need.”


    Outside the room, Wesley was practically fuming, listening to those guys inside calling Elena “sweetheart” and trying toy on the charm. His face got tighter and angrier with every word.


    Felix wiped his sweaty forehead, seriously questioning why he was stuck in this awkward situation. The whole thing felt like an emotional minefield. Even he, a grown man, was blushing at how forward these guys were. Thank God Elena had rejected their advances. Wesley’s expression eased up just a tiny bit.


    Felix tried to smooth things over, but the words felt clumsy. “Mr. Spencer, I really don’t think Miss Harper is into any of those guys. She was probably just… curious, you know?”


    Felix shut his mouth immediately when Wesley shot him a look that could freeze hell. Well, he had tried his best to save Elena from Wesley’s wrath. Wesley’s face was still grim, but the icy aura surrounding him seemed to have thawed a little.


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