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    Francesca, who hade along for a casual night out with her brother, found herself caught up in an unexpectedly thrilling scenario. She quickly took out her phone and texted Elena. “At the Imperial Club. Wesley and Kason are in a showdown. Big dramae quick!!!” To express her excitement, Francesca ended her message with three exmation points. She was impressed by how Elena had managed to make two men, typically indifferent to romance,pete for her affection.


    Francesca’s eyes darted between Wesley and Kason, each strikingly attractive in his own right.


    Wesley’s refined appearance and noble features gave him an undeniable, captivating charm.


    Kason stood impressively tall, his athletic build and sharp facial contours nearly perfect, taking Francesca’s breath away.


    Both men had the presence to mesmerize any audience.


    As Elena’s self-proimed biggest fan, Francesca couldn’t help but assess which suitor would be more suitable for Elena.


    Wesley, the scion of the’s most influential family, had a charm that matched his wealth, creating a fairytale aura when paired with Elena.


    On the other hand, Kason, the formidable young general, exuded dependable strength. His pairing with Elena felt equally promising. Choosing between them…


    It seemed an insurmountable task. Ultimately, Francesca resolved that only Elena should make such a decision. Her eyes kept darting toward the entrance, her breath held in eager anticipation of Elena’s arrival.


    At that moment, the room was alive with the chaos of wagering. Naturally, Malcolm was rooting for Wesley. With a casual flick of his wrist, he announced, “One million on Wesley.”


    An immediate challenge came from a bystander. “But consider this—Kason’s a general. His skills are battle-tested.”


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    Calm and unbothered, Malcolm crossed his legs, took a slow sip of his drink, and said, “Still, my money’s on Wesley.”


    The majority, however, felt differently about the oue. “I’m cing fifty thousand on Mr. Garrett!”


    “Count me in for the same—fifty thousand on Mr. Garrett!”


    “Add another fifty thousand—Mr. Garrett will prevail!”


    In the midst of these high stakes, Francesca’s gentle voice joined the fray. “I’ll wager fifty thousand on Mr. Garrett as well.”


    While Francesca was undecided about who was the right match for Elena, she believed Kason’s proven military prowess might tip the scales in his favor.


    Francesca’s brother, however, was quick to scold her, tapping her forehead sharply. “No betting,” he said sternly.


    Francesca turned away, pouting. “Why can’t I join in when everyone else is cing their bets?” she retorted, visibly upset.


    Aidan Simone, her brother, gave her a stern look, silencing Francesca’sints. “Fine, I won’t bet…” she whined quietly.


    Just then, the doors burst open, and Elena stepped into the room.


    Francesca’s demeanor brightened instantly, and she dashed to Elena’s side. “Elena, you made it just in time! They’re about to starte quickly!”


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