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    Under the harsh re of the overhead lights, the needle shed a menacing chill, causing Theo to recoil momentarily. However, remembering Wesley’s impending public disgrace, he regained hisposure. Puffing out his chest, he dered with haughty assurance, “I’m offering you a lifeline. Grasp it. Let me be clear—the reins of the Spencer Group are about to change hands. Soften your stance now, and…”


    Perhaps I’ll entertain the idea of us together. Miss this opportunity, and you might find yourself pleading for a chance that I’m no longer willing to give.”


    Elena’s gaze flickered, a shadow of doubt crossing her face. “What are you implying?”


    From Theo’s confident tone, it was evident he believed Wesley would be in deep trouble tonight.


    With a smug grin, Theo replied, “Isn’t it obvious? By the end of the night, Wesley will no longer helm the Spencer Group. It will be my time to lead!”


    His anticipation had been building, and now, atst, it was soon his moment to take the spotlight.


    Theo had been with countless women, but none captivated him quite like Elena. Wesley’s presence was irrelevant—he had every intention of indulging in some fun with Elena.


    Leaning in close with a mischievous smirk, Theo probed, “Well, have you made your choice? Do you see yourself with me?”


    Elena, with a calcted smirk, stoked his ego. “Why would I ce my trust in you? You pale inparison to Wesley.”


    Flushed with irritation, Theo snapped, “Nonsense!”


    Consumed by his own arrogance, Theo ignored all of Lawrence’s wise warnings. “By now, Wesley’s likely been duped into drinking the spiked ss of wine. I’ve set the stage perfectly—a swarm of women and a frenzy of journalists will soon expose him, unveiling his true nature…”


    Abruptly, a piercing agony stabbed at Theo’s back, causing him to gasp, “What are you—”


    His words cut off into a groan as his knees buckled and he hit the floor.


    Elena quickly pocketed the needle and attempted to contact Wesley, but to no avail. She then phoned Felix to pinpoint Wesley’s location.


    With a hefty grunt, she heaved Theo into the back of her car and tore off toward the hotel where Wesley’s dinner was underway.


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    In the dimly lit hotel room, Wesley stood rigid, his eyes burning with cold, piercing ferocity. His posture was menacing, filling the space with palpable hostility. In a dark corner, a woman was bound, her body trembling as she cowered in fear.


    Wesley’s breaths came heavy and ragged, his neck flushed a deep shade of crimson.


    The door was securely locked, ensuring no interruption to the tense scene between Wesley and the woman, whose provocative attire barely covered her. Her silhouette was striking—a lush, ample chest and a slender, sculpted waist, her long, shapely legs wrapped in ck stockings. The scant fabric of her lingerie left almost everything to the imagination.


    With a nervous bite of her lip, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears of fright. She had expected a chance for intimacy with Wesley, but instead, she was tied up by him the moment she stepped through the door.


    Prior to her arrival, the client had made it clear that Wesley had been drugged and might already be aroused. However, no one could have guessed that Wesley, even drugged, would exhibit such chilling restraint.


    Blood slowly seeped from a cut on Wesley’s hand, which remained eerily still by his side. His rapid breaths were the only sign of his fading control.


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