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    “Doesn’t anyone realize that A Dream Within a Dream is a terrible rip-off from a well-known international writer?”


    These negative remarks were swiftly overwhelmed by positive responses and remainedrgely ignored.


    Both fans and casual moviegoers rated the film highly, pushing the box office earnings to surpass three hundred million by evening.


    Devonte reveled in the soaring profits, while Elena, as the original author and screenwriter, also reaped substantial financial rewards.


    Wesley had been mingling at a formal gathering when the message came through.


    The room buzzed with chatter, its air thick with ambition. At the heart of it stood Liam, the mayor of the, soaking up the attention like a seasoned performer under a spotlight.


    A waiter passed by and poured Liam a drink. He lifted the ss and gave Wesley’s shoulder a firm pat. “Mr. Spencer, this country needs sharp minds like yours. The way you’ve boosted the’s tax ie — and the nation’s as a whole — is nothing short of remarkable. I respect what you’ve done.”


    But anyone who had spent time around politicians knew better. Every word was weighed, and everypliment came with a price. Wesley didn’t even blink. “You’re being too kind, Mr. Russell.”


    “There’s no need for modesty,” Liam said, his eyes lingering on Wesley with undisguised admiration.


    Barely past his twenties, Wesley had already taken over the sprawling Spencer Group. He hadn’t just stabilized it. He expanded it. Doubled the assets. Founded a weapons research arm from scratch.


    Back when Wesley had announced the project, Liam had his doubts. Pursuing something like that demanded a great deal of money and a steady effort to grow real scientific minds. No amount of talking would have ever been enough to make it work. Even so, Wesley pulled it off. Now, he stood as a key figure in global military manufacturing, with direct ties to the armed forces.


    Being Gerald’s grandson might have opened a few doors, but Wesley had gone further than anyone expected.


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    Then, Liam leaned forward and asked, “Mr. Spencer, am I right to assume you’re still single?”


    Chairs shifted. sses paused halfway to lips.


    Liam’s daughter was around Wesley’s age. The gossip circles had already noted she hadn’t married yet. It was clear to anyone watching that Liam had locked his attention on Wesley as his future son-inw and wasn’t about to let it wander.


    The Spencer name already topped every wealth ranking in the. A political marriage would turn that influence intoplete control. Wesley could practically run the city.


    Most people figured Wesley would jump at a chance that good without a second thought. However, what he did instead was nce at Liam with a cool smile. “If I ever tie the knot, you’ll be the first to get an invite, Mr. Russell.”


    The air in the room shifted, but no one dared to speak. Wesley, a seasoned businessman, clearly understood Liam’s intentions but chose not to y along.


    Among seasoned yers, every word carried weight. Conversations were just as much about what wasn’t said. By choosing not to give a clear rejection, Wesley had, in every practical sense, let Liam’s offer slip through his fingers. Was he truly walking away from something that promising? The people watching began to wonder if Wesley was just full of himself.


    Liam, of course, caught on to Wesley’s rejection. His grin faltered. A new chill entered his voice as he said, “So there’s already someone, then. I’ll look forward to the announcement.”


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