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    Wesley’s full attention was on the hairpin, his eyes shining with deep admiration. Was there more hidden in Elena’s work, waiting to amaze him?


    Footsteps echoed in the hallway as Kason entered. Wesley’s eyshes fluttered slightly, offering Kason a brief nce. With a tone of indifference, he asked, “Is everything settled now?”


    Kason lit a cigarette, smoke curling around his tense expression as he answered quietly, “Yes. I’ve made sure Cathy is home. I’ll report today’s incident to my grandfather and ensure she receives a stern reprimand.” Wesley slid the hairpin into his suit’s inner pocket, holding it close to his heart,rgely indifferent to Kason’s update. After all, Cathy’s fate was for the Garrett family to decide.


    Suddenly, Wesley stood with determination. “Tomorrow, I’ll visit your grandfather. It’s time to set a few things straight.” Kason’s brow furrowed, eyes narrowing slightly.


    The two men, sharp and perceptive, understood the unspoken meaning between them.


    Kason knew Wesley’s visit to the Garretts was about Cathy. He was well aware that Wesley disliked her. Their so-called engagement was merely a wishful arrangement made by their grandfathers — Wesley had always opposed it. As Kason exhaled a perfect smoke ring, his expression grew colder. He asked, “Is this about Elena?”


    Wesley hesitated briefly, eyes locking with Kason’s. A shadow passed over his face, his gaze hardening, voice low and serious. “Kason, I like her. She’s mine.”


    His words carried a double meaning — both a reply to Kason and a clear im of possession. Elena was off-limits to anyone else, especially not Kason.


    Kason’s dark eyes met Wesley’s in an intense stare.


    Clutching a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke swirling around Kason like a shroud, his rugged features remained unreadable.


    Kason returned the stare with icy indifference, his lips sealed tight.


    Wesley broke the silence and strode purposefully out of the room.


    The next day, Wesley arrived at the Garrett estate carrying a case of exquisite wine.


    Kirby’s face lit up with delight upon seeing the gift. “What’s the special asion today?”


    Though not one for many hobbies, Kirby had a particr fondness for wine. Wesley had brought a rare case, straight from the vineyard, not usually avable to the public.


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    “Gifting me this wine—your grandfather will be green with envy,” Kirby said, lifting a bottle to admire it. “This is top-tier wine. How about joining me for lunch and a drink?”


    Wesley shook his head, his expression serious. “Not today. I’m tied up with a meeting. Maybe another day.”


    Disappointment flickered across Kirby’s face, but he said nothing more. He ced the wine on the table with a sigh and asked, “So, what brings you here today?”


    A faint smile briefly softened Kirby’s features, his eyes twinkling with a mix of nostalgia and pride. Wesley, though young, had not only taken on the Spencer family’s burdens but had also propelled the Spencer Group to unprecedented heights.


    Wesley’s calm and methodical approach reminded Kirby of his own youth.


    Kirby held Wesley in high regard, quietly envying Gerald for having such a capable grandson. How wonderful it would be if Cathy married Wesley.


    Wesley’s tone was firm as he spoke. “I’m here to set the record straight—there is no romantic connection between Cathy and me. Marriage is off the table.”


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