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    “There’s a problem that needs you, Mr. Spencer,” Arion said, voice low and careful.


    No sound came from inside the room at first, and relief washed over Arion, knowing he hadn’t walked in on anything embarrassing. Wesley pulled the door open. “What happened?”


    “Felix just called,” Arion replied, nerves evident in his tone. “Police are investigating thepany, and the project manager’s been taken away.”


    A chill passed over Wesley’s features, and his jaw tightened. “We’re heading back. Now.”


    Wesley didn’t waste time. His fingers found Felix’s number, dialing before the car even reached the next block.


    Felix answered on the first ring. “What happened?” Wesley asked, his tone t.


    A note of panic seeped into Felix’s voice. “Mr. Spencer, someone tampered with the wharf project, and Siebert Wharf was sold off to Avaloria. The project’s halted, and the police are talking about filing charges for jeopardizing national security.”


    Years ago, Wesley had poured two billion into a piece ofnd that eventually became Siebert Wharf. The ce transformed an unremarkable fishing hamlet into the main artery of the’s global trade. Today, Siebert was no longer a forgotten corner of Houis but stood as its busiest hub formerce. Everyone in the city understood just how vital Siebert Wharf was to Houis’s prosperity. Wesley never allowed any room for confusion—leasing was the only option, and selling it outright was unthinkable. Still, the question lingered: who had dared put Siebert Wharf up for sale?


    With a re sharp enough to freeze anyone in their tracks, Wesley’s expression darkened. He didn’t hesitate as he ordered, his tone unmistakably severe, “I’m heading to thepany right now. No one is to leave.”


    Relief swept over Felix upon hearing Wesley was on the way. “Understood, Mr. Spencer,” he replied, his shoulders finally rxing.


    Wesley was the backbone of the Spencer Group. The moment he stepped in, Felix knew things would stay under control, and following orders became second nature. Fifteen minutester, Wesley strode into the towering headquarters of the Spencer Group.


    Felix was already stationed at the entrance, anticipation written all over his face. Spotting Wesley, he hurried over with a group of employees trailing behind as they all moved toward the elevators.


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    Pressing the button, Felix reported, “Aside from the manager who was taken by the police, all the department heads are in the conference room.”


    Wesley’s face remained rigid. “Who handled the Siebert Wharf project?”


    A brief silence hung in the air. Felix opened his mouth to respond but then faltered, uncertainty clouding his features.


    Wesley’s frown deepened. “Go on. Say it.”


    Felix took a breath and finally answered, “It was your uncle.”


    Wesley’s eyes hardened at the mention of Joseph.


    The elevator doors slid open, and the group stepped inside without another word. Instead of heading to his office, Wesley made a beeline for the conference room.


    Tension filled every inch of the room. Employees exchanged uneasy looks, the shock of the police visit still fresh in their minds. Nobody dared to guess who might be targeted next.


    “Does anyone know what’s really going on? Why did the cops haul off the project manager?”


    “They’re saying the project involved a trade of nationalnd, and that broke thew.”


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