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    “Sorry, I’m busy,” Elena responded tly, her patience wearing thin.


    A heavy silence fell between them. Elena waited, her hand hovering over the end call button. When Wesley remained mute, she pressed it firmly and cut the connection.


    In the CEO’s office of the Spencer Group, Felix involuntarily recoiled, a shiver cascading down his spine. “Mr. Spencer, perhaps Miss Harper isn’t feeling hungry,” he ventured, his voice tinged with unease.


    Wesley’s response was frigid, slicing through the tense air. “We’re still understaffed on the Grovine project…”


    Seizing any escape, Felix blurted out, “Mr. Spencer! I just remembered—I have some urgent work to finish!”


    Without waiting for a reply, Felix made a swift exit, his heart pounding with the fear of being dispatched to Grovine.


    Elsewhere, Jeffry’s life had be a whirlwind of endless tasks. Despite Jolie’s repeated pleas over the phone, beckoning him home for dinner, he persistently dodged her invitations, constantly using work as an excuse. Tired of waiting, Jolie took matters into her own hands, deciding on a surprise visit.


    After the maid prepared the nourishing soup, Jolie and Elena set off to Jeffry’spany to bring it to him.


    At Soar Technology’s front desk sat a fresh-faced young receptionist, just settling into her role.


    The receptionist noticed Jolie and Elena approaching, her eyes widening slightly. In a calm tone, she asked if they were here by appointment.


    “No, but could you please inform Jeffry that his mother and sister are here?” Jolie inquired, her tone gentle yet firm.


    The receptionist scoffed, disbelief etching her features. “Mother and sister, huh? And I’ll im I’m Mr. Harper’s wife! Without an appointment, entry is forbidden.”


    With biting sarcasm, the receptionist continued, “Unbelievable! You’ve actually got the nerve to im you’re rted to Mr. Harper. You know what? Forget it—you’re noting in!”


    Elena’s features hardened at the mockery. “Excuse me?” she retorted, her voice icy.


    The receptionist remained unapologetic, her disdain palpable. “You scammers are so audacious. Get the hell out of here and stop bothering me!”


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    Fury flickered across Elena’s face, but Jolie ced a hand on her arm, stopping her.


    With a sharp tone, Jolie said to the receptionist, “Actually, greeting guests is part of your duties. Now, I insist—call Jeffry.”


    “You think mere words will make me call him?” The receptionist extended her hand with a pointed re, her voice cutting as she remarked, “If you want to enter, you’ve got to pay.”


    Elena’s eyes narrowed into icy slits as she shot a piercing re at the receptionist.


    Unperturbed, the receptionist red back. “What are you looking at? If you’re not paying, get lost!”


    Elena’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer. The absurdity of having to pay to see her own brother made her stomach twist with rage. If Jolie hadn’tid a restraining hand on her arm, she might have unleashed her fury on the receptionist right there.


    With no idea what Jolie had in mind, Elena stayed still and watched it all unfold. The receptionist had the nerve to ask for money—and to Elena’s shock, Jolie didn’t hesitate. She pulled out a stack of cash from her bag.


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