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    The security staff shared uneasy looks. Offending Ste was risky, but antagonizing the Spencer family posed a far greater threat. With Ste no longer around, they saw no point in defying Wesley.


    Quick to remedy the situation, the guards apologized to Wesley. “Our apologies for the oversight, Mr. Spencer. We acted hastily.”


    Wesley’s frown deepened. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”


    The guards grasped his intent and quickly addressed Elena with genuine sincerity, “We apologize for any trouble, Miss.”


    Elena had urgent business to tend to today. Knowing the guards were merely acting on Ste’s instructions, she decided against escting the issue.


    Once the guards were dismissed, Elena lifted her gaze and spotted the person she had been looking for. She started to pull her hand away from Wesley’s arm, but he held onto her.


    Elena turned, puzzled, and locked eyes with Wesley, his gaze intense and unreadable. “What’s the matter?” she asked, baffled by his reaction.


    Wesley looked serious. “Are you upset with me?”


    Elena, caught off guard, responded, “Why would I be?”


    Wesley hurriedly exined, “Just so you know, there’s nothing between me and her.”


    What? Elena, still preupied with her impending meeting with the deputy mayor, was momentarily confused about what Wesley was talking about. “I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?” she asked, clearly confused.


    But Wesley assumed Elena doubted his sincerity. His expression tightened, and he said with a hint of urgency, “I’m not interested in any of the women at the international conference.”


    International conference? Elena suddenly connected the dots. Wesley was referring to Ste. Was he rifying his rtionship with Ste to her?


    This came as a surprise to Elena. She had little concern for such gossip, yet Wesley feltpelled to exin.


    After a brief pause, she simply nodded and said, “Oh, I see.”


    Herckluster response appeared to frustrate Wesley somewhat. She wouldn’t hold his hand any longer.


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    Elena was oblivious to Wesley’s internal chaos. Had she been aware, her astonishment would have deepened.


    With a firm pull, she freed her hand and said, “I need to speak with the deputy mayor urgently. I’ll catch up with youter.”


    Upon hearing this, Wesley finally believed she wasn’t mad at him.


    Elena ascended the stairs to where Graham was.


    Graham asked cautiously, “May I ask who you are?”


    Elena responded, “Mr. Martin, my identity isn’t important, but there’s something you need to see.”


    She produced a photograph from her bag. In the photo, a woman with long hair stood next to a young boy.


    There was nothing unusual about the image itself, yet the moment Graham saw it, his expression shifted drastically. He gestured subtly, and his aide promptly exited the room.


    Elena and Graham were the only two left on the second floor. His eyes narrowed, filled with suspicion. “What do you want?”


    Elena’s voice was steady as she said, “I’m here to warn you—keep your associates from troubling the Harper family. Otherwise, this photo will find its way to the President’s office.”


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