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    Opening the messages, Wesley learned that during the dinner, Felix had been deceitfully taken away by Lanny’s men.


    By the time Felix managed to return, Wesley had already been taken away. Felix had uncovered the scheme masterminded by Lanny and Theo, who had foolishly underestimated Wesley, emboldened by his previous mercy.


    Infuriated, Wesley ordered hispany to sever all financial ties with the Perkins Group. He terminated existing contracts and, as the stock market opened, aggressively shorted the Perkins Group’s stocks, wiping tens of millions off their valuation overnight.


    Regarding Theo, a man wholly dependent on the Spencer family’s support, Wesley saw no need for direct confrontation. Simply cutting off Theo’s financial lifeline would strip him of his influence.


    Once everything was settled, Wesley sat in silence, patiently waiting for Elena to awaken.


    As the first rays of morning light spilled into the hotel room, Elena stirred awake as her internal clock kicked in. She gently massaged her temples, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment.


    When she finally opened her eyes, Wesley’s steady gaze met hers. In a soothing tone, he asked, “You’re up? Feeling hungry? I’ve set breakfast on the table.”


    Still groggy, Elena looked at him with a puzzled expression. It took a moment for her to fully grasp her surroundings and remember where she was.


    Confusion washed over her as she wondered how she had moved from the sofa to the bed. She nced down at her clothes—they were intact, and she feltpletely at ease.


    As the drug’s effects faded, Wesley regained hisposure, carrying himself with the grace and poise of a true gentleman.


    Elena briskly yanked the sheets aside and walked over to the table. She picked up a ss of water and asked casually, “When did you get up?”


    “Sometimest night,” Wesley replied.


    Elena nodded, her expression unreadable, and chose not to press further. Without lingering, she prepared to leave. “I’m heading out now. You should check out soon,” she said calmly, not sparing Wesley a nce.


    As she reached for the doorknob, Wesley’s hand swiftly closed around her wrist.


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    Elena’s brow furrowed in annoyance, her voice sharp like a winter chill. “The effects of the drug have worn off. Let me go.”


    “Why?” Wesley asked, his voice tinged with confusion and hurt.


    Elena paused, pressing her lips together. “I refuse to entangle myself with another woman’s fiancé.”


    Fiancé. The word echoed ominously in Wesley’s mind. “So you’ve been avoiding me because you thought Cathy was my fiancée?”


    Elena quickly pulled her hand away, narrowing her eyes in scorn. “I loathe unfaithfulness. Keep your distance and make sure what happened yesterday never happens again,” she said firmly.


    Had it not been for his previous help, her response might have been much harsher. Her contempt for those who gave in to their physical desires was clear.


    Wesley’s expression faltered, caught off guard. Did Elena really believe Cathy was his fiancée? When had he ever called Cathy anything significant?


    He clenched his teeth, locking his piercing gaze on hers. “Do you honestly think I’m a jerk?”


    Elena’s reply was quick and sharp. “What else could you be?” With a fiancée in the picture yet openly pursuing other women, he was the very definition of a jerk.


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