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    Long-standing border conflicts between the two countries were intensifying, making advanced armaments necessary for Houis’s forces. The stagnation in arms…


    Development was critical. Experts were crucial. Elena was undeniably the specialist Houis needed.


    This time, Kason went straight to Wesley, seeking him out without dy. Given that Elena was part of Edgewing, Wesley’s approval was crucial for her transfer to the research institute. Kason was determined to clear this hurdle.


    They met at the Imperial Club.


    Reclining on the couch, Wesley exhibited a rxed posture, legs crossed, as he nonchntly spun a cigarette between his fingers, eyeing Kason with cool disinterest. “Mr. Garrett, to what do I owe the pleasure? Aren’t you usually tied up with work?”


    The private lounge was alive with activity. Malcolm, Francesca, her older brother, and five other influential family heads from the were gathered, lured by the night’s festivities.


    Kason scanned the room, his face stoic. “We need a quieter ce for this discussion.” Discussions of weapon research and national security deserved a more secluded setting.


    Wesley just quirked an eyebrow. “You wish to speak with me? Alright. Let’spete. Win a challenge against me, and I’ll entertain your request. Lose, and you return to your base, out of my affairs.”


    Kason’s frown deepened, yet he remained silent.


    Wesley extinguished his cigarette, leaned in, and challenged Kason with a sharp gaze. “What’s the matter? Intimidated? If fear holds you back, better stick to your military duties and steer clear of Elena.”


    Malcolm, sitting next to Wesley, raised an eyebrow, amused by the unfolding drama. The notion of Wesley and Kason vying for Elena was intriguing. Wesley was known for his usual aloofness toward women, and Kason showed little interest in romantic life, making their rivalry over Elena a spectacle to behold.


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    Excitement danced in Malcolm’s eyes, and he struggled to hold back his glee.


    Kason responded calmly, “What shall the challenge be?”


    Malcolm couldn’t help but smile broadly, his excitement noticeable. The ensuingpetition promised to be a spectacle.


    Wesley said, “Let’s have a shooting contest. Each takes ten shots.”


    Kason nodded. “Count me in.”


    Both Wesley and Kason approached the shooting range, confidently grabbing pistols.


    The bystanders were in sheer disbelief at the unfolding event. “Can you believe this? Are Mr. Spencer and Mr. Garrett actuallypeting over Miss Harper?”


    “This is astonishing! I know a bit about Mr. Spencer’s entanglement with Miss Harper, but Mr. Garrett, too? He’s interested in her?”


    “Seeing Mr. Garrett and Mr. Spencerpeting for a woman’s affection is something I never expected.”


    “How alluring must Miss Harper be to have these two square off in such a manner?”


    “Jeffry is missing the spectacle of the century here—he could soon be rted to one of these gentlemen.”


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