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    “What a joke. By her logic, her so-called love is so valuable that if she threw those words at a few more rich men, she’d get through life a little easier. Let her sink into her delusions.”


    Harshughter rolled across the room. Shame burned in Ste’s cheeks as she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails left marks. Still, she refused to look away from Wesley.


    Wesley, however, didn’t even spare her a nce.


    At that moment, Elena walked over from her trip to the restroom. Instantly, Wesley crossed the floor and slid an arm around her waist, offering her a gentle, easy smile. “Where’d you run off to?”


    Elena cocked an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Did something dramatic happen while I was gone?”


    Wesley shed a sly smile. “Actually, you picked the perfect moment. Liam just got arrested. Talk about a spectacle.”


    A look of astonishment crossed Elena’s face. “Was it your doing?”


    Wesley’s lips curved into a faint smile, neither confirming nor denying it. Elena couldn’t help but study him. To be able to bring down the mayor of the, he truly was a man of hidden depths.


    Down below, Ste watched the pair on the second floor, jealousy twisting inside her like a knife. She had pursued Wesley and pleaded for his help, only to be ignored altogether. But with Elena, he was attentive and all smiles. Why couldn’t Wesley see her worth for even a second? What made Elena so special? Hot anger bubbled up as Ste stared at Elena, imagining for a split second what it would feel like to shove her from the second floor.


    Meanwhile, Hooper exchanged a knowing nce with Wesley and then signaled his team to take Liam away.


    Whispers rippled through the hall. Not long ago, Liam had been a figure of power and prestige; people lined up to suck up to him. But now, his power vanished, and he was hauled off to face justice.


    Those who had once mocked Wesley now wished they’d held their tongues. No one doubted it anymore. Wesley’s reach was deeper than any of them had ever guessed.


    Guests shifted nervously, each wondering how to regain favor with the Spencer family.


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    Suddenly, amotion erupted as a group of disheveled women burst into the hall.


    A blonde woman, with tworge bruises around her eyes, wailed loudly, “Dad, I was bullied! You have to stand up for me!”


    Rodney Watts nearly lost it when he spotted his daughter’s wounds. “Le! Who did this to you?”


    Her shoulders shaking with sobs, Le jabbed an using finger toward the second-floor balcony. “That woman over there—she hit me! Dad, you have to make her pay!”


    Following Le’s finger, Rodney spotted Elena standing beside Wesley. His expression drained of color. That was Wesley’s date—no sane person would dare challenge her. He snapped at Le, his voice tight with warning, “Le, enough! Not another word out of you!”


    Fuming, Le stomped her foot in protest. “I’m serious! She came after me in the restroom—just look at my face! I won’t let this go until I’ve taught her a lesson!”


    “Smack!” His patience gone, Rodney struck her across the cheek.


    Le reeled from the blow, stunned and speechless. “Dad, why did you hit me? I was bullied by that wretch!”


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