?Chapter 695:


    As Elena advanced, their whispers turned into audible taunts.


    Blocking Elena’s way, one of the women jeered, d in high fashion.


    “Leave, you’re not wanted!” Looking down on Elena, she scoffed, “People like you tarnish our gatherings.”


    Elena’s face hardened into a mask of ice. “Step aside.” This wasn’t a yground.


    The woman sneered, “Given your scandalous history, who’d even invite you? You’re just embarrassing yourself.”


    To the woman, Elena’s very presence seemed to shrink the space, making it feel shameful.


    The air grew thick with difort.


    Elena caught the woman’s ring contempt and responded with steely calm, “Perhaps you should buy the hotel if my presence offends you. Otherwise, you’re just another guest here.”


    The woman’s anger red. “Your disgrace is known throughout the! How can you walk in here with your head held high?”


    Unruffled, Elena replied, “Those images were altered. My conscience is clear. Failure to distinguish truth from maniption is your problem, not mine.”


    The alleged photos were convincing but far from wless. A discerning eye could spot the inconsistencies.


    Mockingly, the woman retorted, “Excuses, always excuses. Everyone denies such things. Ashamed of your own actions? Leave now, or I’ll have security escort you out!”


    Elena’s eyes drifted past the woman.


    At that moment, the elevator chimed. A man known for his reserve and influence stepped out.


    “Whom are you ordering to leave?” The cool, detached tone of Wesley’s voice filled the space.


    The woman spun around, her expression shifting from hostility to shock. “Mr. Spencer!”


    The moment she spoke his name, heads began to turn. Guests from the banquet started drifting over, drawn by the unfolding scene.


    Wesley ignored the woman and advanced toward Elena.


    Elena’s eyes lifted to meet his. “Why did youe down?”


    With an audience watching, Wesley reached out and gently took Elena’s wrist. “I came to pick you up.”


    An audible gasp swept through the crowd. Did their eyes deceive them? Wesley was really holding Elena’s hand! Wasn’t she the same girl caught in that hotel room scandal? How on earth was she now linked to him?


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    Ste couldn’t contain herself, her voice piercing through the murmuring crowd. “Mr. Spencer! How can you tolerate her scandal with another man in a hotel?”


    Ste raised her voice. “Be careful, Wesley. Elena might be carrying something contagious. Don’t be fooled by her innocent look!”


    Ste was used to men fawning over her, but Wesley, who showed her anything but warmth, was apletely different storypelling her to give him another chance.


    With Elena recently caught in scandalous photos, Ste was certain Wesley would cut ties with her for good. But her anticipation of a scene vanished when Wesley approached Elena and even held her hand.


    A dark, heavy aura radiated from Wesley, his eyes brooding and intense.


    Shock overtook Ste’s face.


    In a cold, deliberate tone, Wesley warned, “Say one more nderous word and prepare to face bankruptcy.”


    An eerie silence enveloped the room. Such a threat from anyone else might have drawn scoffs as overly dramatic. However, Wesley’s words carried undeniable weight. Nobody doubted his resolve.


    Ste doubted her own ears. Elena’s reputation was in ruins, yet Wesley continued to defend her? What could possibly be so special about Elena?


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