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    Wesleypletely ignored the terrified woman. A powerful aphrodisiac,ced in the drink handed to him by Lanny, coursed through his veins, causing his muscles to coil and his skin to burn with unnatural heat.


    Wesley’s suit jackety discarded on the floor as he moved toward the bathroom, his figure d in a stark ck shirt and matching trousers. The sound of cascading water soon spilled from the bathroom, filling the room with a soothing yet conflicting noise.


    Elena had already reached the hotel entrance. She infiltrated the hotel’s security system, pinpointed Wesley’s suite, and whisked Theo directly to it.


    The hotel was equipped with modern electronic locks, allowing Elena seamless entry without a physical key. A series of deft taps and swipester, the door swung open.


    Inside, only a bound woman was present.


    The sight of the intruders triggered a scream from the woman, but Elena quickly reacted, pressing a hand firmly over the woman’s mouth and whispering sternly, “Silence, or your life is forfeit.”


    The terror was palpable in the woman’s dted pupils as she nodded in panicked agreement.


    Elena then pushed Theo onto the bed before swiftly untying the woman.


    “Stay here, don’t move, got it?” Elenamanded.


    The woman responded with a vigorous nod.


    Scanning the room, Elena noticed Wesley’s absence. “Where’s Wesley?” she demanded.


    The woman’s hand trembled as she pointed toward the bathroom.


    Elena paused, listening carefully. The faint sound of running water reached her ears. She strode to the bathroom door and knocked sharply. “Wesley, you alright?” No answer came.


    A crease formed on Elena’s forehead as she wondered if he had lost consciousness.


    Without hesitation, Elenaunched a powerful kick that sent the bathroom door flying open.


    The frigid air inside sent chills cascading down her spine.


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    Her heart clenched inexplicably tight. Wesley was propped against the wall, his head hung low, soaked through with cold water, while drops of blood from his palm stained the pristine white tiled floor.


    Perhaps roused by her arrival, Wesley wearily raised his eyelids. His gaze was distant and vacant, fixed unwaveringly on her.


    Elena strode forward and shut off the relentless drip of the faucet. “Are you able to walk?”


    Wesley blinked slowly, his eyes shadowing her every move.


    With his silence hanging between them, Elena decisively supported him to his feet.


    Next door, she had prepared a room. As soon as she settled Wesley on the sofa, a cacophony of footsteps surged down the hallway.


    Elena’s expression hardened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The curtain was rising on the night’s main event.


    Theo mmed into the nearest camera, the jarring impact snapping him back to reality. His heart pounded as he bolted upright from the bed, his voice sharp with confusion. “Why are you here?”


    Theo couldn’t understand. Hadn’t he specifically sent those reporters to film Wesley?


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