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    As the second shots echoed through the range, Wesley and Kason maintained their perfect score, demonstrating that they were on equal footing.


    “It’s remarkable—Wesley is holding his own against Kason!”


    “Even with Kason’sbat experience, Wesley continues to match him shot for shot. Quite the feat.”


    “I retract my earlier skepticism. Wesley has proven me wrong.”


    Through it all, Malcolm’s grin remained unshakeable, his confidence in his wager unwavering. He nned to spoil Kiera withvish gifts to dissuade her from falling for Louis.


    By the time Wesley and Kason reached the eighth round, the scores were still tied.


    Upon noticing Elena in the audience during his ninth attempt, Wesley paused momentarily.


    Seizing the opportunity, Kason executed two rapid shots, both achieving perfect scores.


    Refocusing, Wesley steadied his aim and delivered hisst two shots, each hitting the bullseye.


    The game finished with no winner, ending in a draw.


    A displeased Kason suggested, “Shall we go for another round?”


    Wesley, removing his headphones, dismissively dropped them on the table. “No use continuing without a clear winner.”


    Kason seemed ready to protest, but Wesley had already walked away. Wesley walked back into the private room and immediately made his way to Elena.


    Malcolm eagerly said to Wesley, “Elena ced her bets on you. How do you justify this draw?”


    Upon hearing Malcolm’s words, Wesley’s attention shifted to Elena, his features softening, evidently touched by her support. “You believed I woulde out on top?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. Hadn’t she been the one adamant about epting Kason’s offer to join the military research unit?


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    Observing her closely, Wesley waited for her affirmation. When Elena nodded, his smile broadened slowly.


    Wesley’s grin broadened, leaving Malcolm utterly dumbfounded.


    “Seriously, Wesley?” Malcolm teased. “Thepetition ended in a draw, costing both Elena and me a million each. What’s your n for making things right?”


    Malcolm’s bet of a million on Wesley’s win had turned against him. Not only had he lost the chance for a big payoff, but now he had to endure Wesley and Elena’s constant and over-the-top disys of affection in public.


    Trying to coax some form ofpensation from Wesley, Malcolm was met only with a dismissive eye roll.


    With a casual look, Wesley replied coolly, “You ced bets on me without my knowledge, yet you expectpensation?”


    Wesley frowned slightly. Was his recent good temper the reason Malcolm felt emboldened to push his luck?


    Confronting Wesley’s taunting grin, Malcolm whined softly, “It’s not fair, Wesley! Elena bet as well, yet you’re hounding just me.”


    Malcolm felt wronged. After all his efforts to bring Wesley and Elena together, this was his reward? Perhaps he should have let Wesley remain single forever.


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