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    The set buzzed with whispers as people stopped working, eager to witness the drama firsthand.


    Kenton’s stomach twisted. Cameras were everywhere, and if this got out, it could cause a PR nightmare. He pped his hands, barking orders, “What are you all standing around for? Move!”


    Once the set was cleared, Kenton signaled for a chair for Cathy and sent word to Elena. He didn’t doubt Elena’s integrity—Elena didn’t seem like the type to meddle in rtionships.


    Kenton hadn’t known Elena for long, but he respected her, not just for her beauty but for her sharp mind and talent.


    Devonte never outright confirmed it, but Kenton had put the pieces together. Elena was Lena—the elusive, critically acimed writer. Lena’s books were famous for…


    Their depth, emotional impact, and insight into life made Kenton sure that someone like her wouldn’t make a reckless mistake over a man.


    Kenton cleared his throat. “Miss Garrett, please take a seat. Miss Harper is on her way.” Cathy’s eyes burned with fury. “Enough with the pleasantries. If Elena isn’t here in five minutes, I’ll tear this set apart.”


    Kenton swallowed hard, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. This was bad. If the set got wrecked, filming would be dyed, and there was no way the movie would finish by year’s end. His only hope was that Elena would arrive soon.


    Luckily, Elena arrived shortly after.


    Kenton let out a quiet sigh of relief and warned her in a low voice, “Miss Harper, she’s not here to talk things out nicely.”


    Elena didn’t flinch. She gave Kenton a small nod, appreciating the heads-up.


    She stepped toward Cathy, her expression unreadable. “You came looking for me?”


    Cathy scoffed, eyes full of disdain. “You’ve got some nerve walking around like you’re innocent when you’re nothing but a wretch seducing my fiancé.”


    Elena’s brows knitted together. “Seduce your fiancé?”


    Cathy ran her fingers along her whip, tightening her grip. “So you’re really going to stand there and y dumb? A hick like you, sneaking around, trying to steal what isn’t yours? I don’t know what kind of tricks you used to get Wesley wrapped around your little finger, but I’m not the kind of woman you want to mess with. Lay a hand on my man, and you’ll regret it.”


    As soon as Cathy finished speaking, she snapped the whip toward Elena. Elena moved just in time, the whip slicing through the air and mming into the floor with a sharp crack.


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    Cathy’s rage red when Elena dodged the hit. “How dare you dodge?”


    Elena’s voice stayed cool and unshaken. “Anyone withmon sense knows not to just stand there and take a hit. Miss Garrett, don’t tell me you didn’t know that?”


    “You’ve got some fucking nerve!” Cathy let out a sharpugh, her eyes zing with fury. “Do you really think Wesley saved your assst time because he actually likes you? Keep dreaming, bitch. I’m the only one fit to be his wife. You’re just some despicable woman.”


    Cathy’s screechy voice grated like nails on a chalkboard.


    Elena sighed, rubbing her ears. Her voice was calm, almost bored. “Wesley and I? We’re just colleagues.”


    “Colleagues?” Cathy sneered, whipping out her phone. She tapped the screen and then turned it toward Elena. “Do colleagues need to kiss?”


    Elena’s stomach dropped. The video was from that night at the restaurant—when Javier was celebrating. The camera angle was clever, sneaky. That night, Wesley had stood close—too close—but that was it. In the video, it looked like he was about to kiss her. No doubt about it. This was Elyse’s work.


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