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    Words failed Theo, and no usible excuse formed. He straightened his neck, bracing himself for Wesley’s impending explosion. After all, Wesley had a well-known trigger—any mention of his mother was sure to ignite his fury.


    As children, Theo had cruelly taunted Wesley about being motherless, and Wesley had retaliated with such violence it had nearly ended in tragedy. Because of this, Wesley bore the scars of his father’s wrath that day. Since then, although Theo continued pushing Wesley’s buttons, he had avoided mentioning Wesley’s mother.


    As the silence stretched, Wesley’s expected outburst did note. This was uncharacteristic, unsettling even.


    Theo’s gaze flickered to Wesley in astonishment. Wesley’s face was unreadable, hisposure intact with no hint of the storm Theo anticipated.


    This threw Theo off—it didn’t make any sense. Wesley wasn’t mad?


    Wesley spared Theo a cold nce, a silentmand to disappear.


    Rooted to the spot, Theo was dumbfounded. Was Wesley truly going to let this slide?


    Wesley scowled, his patience snapping. “Still not leaving? What are you waiting for?”


    Theo was abruptly yanked back to reality and, without hesitation, bolted from the room.


    With Theo gone, only Elena and Wesley were left behind in the stark silence of the living room.


    Elena, with a barely perceptible nod, acknowledged Wesley’s presence. She was on the verge of leaving when Wesley’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Why did you defend me just now?”


    Elena had been distant and cold recently, leading Wesley to assume she harbored some dislike toward him. Yet, unexpectedly, she had stood up for him in Theo’s presence.


    The tension that had been building up in Wesley over the past few days melted away. He studied Elena with a calm, inquisitive gaze, as if trying to decipher her thoughts.


    Elena’s face was an unreadable mask. “I simply can’t stand people who prey on others’ vulnerabilities,” she stated tly.


    Her words carried an underlying message—that her defense was a general stand against injustice, not an act of personal support for Wesley.


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    A shadow passed over Wesley’s face as his fleeting smile disappeared, the flicker of hope in his heart extinguishing as swiftly as it had ignited. So, in the end, she didn’t stand up for him.


    Theo, convinced he had avoided any fallout, felt a false sense of security. However, his relief was short-lived. At the meeting the following day, Wesley unexpectedly put him in the spotlight.


    Theo, despite being part of the influential Spencer family, found himself sidelined at thepany, relegated to inconsequential projects.


    Wesley had meticulouslypiled a damning list of issues with Theo’s management—a series of procedural breaches, unjustified reimbursements, and disappointing profit margins.


    One by one, Wesleyid out the problems, each revtion more damaging than thest.


    Theo managed to rein in his frustration, but it seeped through. “Wesley, you’re just using your authority for personal vendettas!” he stated sharply.


    Wesley, sitting with an unsettling calm at the head of the table, fixed Theo with a chilling gaze. “If your projects are failing, maybe it’s time to take a hard look at yourself.”


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