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    Catching sight of Elena, Malcolm’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Elena’s here? Excellent timing. Why don’t you join in the betting? Who’s your pick—Wesley or Kason?”


    Elena’s arrival turned all heads her way, her presence intensifying the anticipation in the room.


    The crowd’s attention was fixed on her, eagerly awaiting her decision. Everyone in the room, from the bystanders to thepetitors themselves, was on edge, wondering which of the two men Elena would favor.


    The group murmured among themselves as Elena entered. “Is she Jeffry Harper’s younger sister, Elena? She’s quite the beauty. No surprise there’s a tussle between Wesley and Kason for her attention.”


    “Who do you think she’ll end up betting on?”


    “It’s clear as day, isn’t it? Kason will be her pick. After all, he’s a major general with unmatched skills in shooting.”


    The crowd continued with their light-hearted chatter, all eager to see which man Elena would favor.


    However, Malcolm saw the situation differently. Elena wasn’t just another pretty face. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was her sharp intellect that truly set her apart—a mind so keen that even he hesitated to im he could outsmart her.


    With a soft smile, Malcolm’s eyes followed Elena, anticipating her decision.


    Leaning toward Elena, Francesca murmured, “Just so you know, Wesley and Kason are currentlypeting in a shooting match. It seems Kason’s sharpshooting could tip the scales in his favor.” Confident in his choice, Malcolm had already wagered a million dors on Wesley, seeing the chance to rake in money as too good to pass up.


    While Aidan watched his sister engage with Elena, he kept his thoughts to himself.


    Malcolm urged Elena, “Well? Which one will it be?”


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    Maintaining herposure, Elena responded with a serene voice, “A million—my bet’s on Wesley taking the victory.”


    A brief hush fell over the room.


    Then, breaking the silence, Malcolmughed heartily, his toneced with intrigue. “You’ve chosen wisely, Elena.”


    Meanwhile, Wesley and Kason had taken their positions at the shooting range, unaware of the significant wagers being made on them in the private room—or that Elena had arrived.


    Watching Wesley adjust his headphones, Malcolm imagined Wesley’s delight when he found out that Elena had ced her faith in him. Maybe Wesley still had a chance at winning her over.


    Handing Elena a ss of wine, Malcolm said, “Please, have a seat. The contest is just getting started.”


    A transparent barrier provided the spectators in the private room with an unobstructed view of the range.


    Each contender was to fire ten rounds. The initial shots from Wesley and Kason were synchronized. Both bullets struck the center. A wless ten for each shooter.


    Malcolm arched an eyebrow, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. “Sure, Kason’s marksmanship is renowned, but did you know Wesley can nail a bullseye from thirty feet away?” Calling the oue of thispetition was anyone’s guess.


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