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    As Elena reached the front desk of the Spencer Group, the receptionist blocked her path with practiced efficiency. “May I ask who you’re here to see?” Without hesitation, Elena provided Wesley’s name.


    With years of experience in the art of turning away hopeful visitors, the receptionist asked, “Do you have an appointment? Mr. Spencer’s schedule is packed. If you’re not on the list, there’s no way I can send you upstairs.”


    “I didn’t make an appointment,” Elena answered truthfully.


    Dropping the courtesy, the receptionist scoffed. “Of course not. It’s always the same—there’s a line of women every day thinking they can just walk in and meet Mr. Spencer.” Her tone sharpened as she continued, “Especially now, with all the drama swirling around the Spencer Group, there’s no shortage of wannabe princesses who think they’re here to rescue Prince Wesley. Honestly, it’s a joke.”


    Despite the recent chaos, the Spencer Group still carried weight, and Wesley’s good looks never ceased to attract admirers. Opportunity seekers flocked here, hoping for a stroke of luck to get close to him.


    Elena became just another name in the parade of dreamers, at least in the receptionist’s eyes. The receptionist taunted, “Do us both a favor and leave. Your presence just makes things difficult for me.”


    A shadow crossed Elena’s face. She pulled out her phone and dialed Wesley. Her call brought genuine surprise—and delight—to Wesley. “Elena? Is that really you?”


    Elena cut to the point. “I’m at yourpany’s entrance.”


    Wesley sprang to his feet. “Stay right there. I’ll be down to collect you myself.”


    Felix, in the middle of a report, was startled by Wesley’s sudden departure. Without hesitation, Felix hurried after him. “Mr. Spencer, where are you headed?”


    A low chuckle escaped Arion. “Isn’t it obvious? Miss Harper must have arrived.” No one else could prompt Wesley to exit his office and make a personal trip downstairs.


    They rode the executive elevator to the lobby, and as expected, Elena was waiting there.


    One eyebrow shot up—Arion seemed rather pleased with his urate hunch. Felix couldn’t deny it—Arion’s instincts about Wesley had grown sharper since he came onboard.


    Felix felt a quiet worry creep in. He had always been the subordinate who understood Wesley the most, buttely, Arion had shown more intimate knowledge of Wesley’s mind.


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    Crossing the polished floor, Wesley approached Elena, a hint of a smile at the edges of his mouth. “What brings you here? I told you to wait until I was back.”


    Elena replied coolly, “Edgewing’s partnership with the research institute is on pause, so I figured I’d drop by.” She turned to the receptionist. “Can I go up now?”


    The receptionist’s face went pale the moment Wesley appeared at Elena’s side. She hadn’t expected Elena to actually know Wesley. Scrambling to recover, the receptionist bobbed her head, forcing a polite grin. “Absolutely, you’re wee to go up. I’m sorry for the confusion earlier.”


    Wesley slipped his arm around Elena, shot the receptionist a warning nce, and steered Elena toward the elevator.


    Felix caught the silent message Wesley left behind. Once the pair was gone, he turned to the receptionist and said quietly, “You’re being reassigned to logistics.”


    The receptionist’s smile vanished. Reception had always been cushypared to the grind in logistics, and she instantly regretted her earlier attitude. If only she’d chosen her words more carefully…


    With Elena around, Wesley found it hard to focus on work.


    iming his office chair, Elena spun it slightly as Wesley leaned against the desk and loosely rested his hands on the armrests, closing her in. “Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice teasing.


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