Chapter 1079:
From across the ballroom, Stella paused her conversation as Wesley and Elena swept into view. One of her friends let out a startled whisper. “Stella, isn’t that Wesley? And who’s that woman on his arm?”
A shadow crossed Stella’s features, her lips pressed into a hard line. It was that brazen Elena again—always circling Wesley like a moth to flame.
Picking up on Stella’s simmering anger, her friend quickly offered, “She’s probably just another gold-digger hoping to hook Wesley. Want us to take care of her for you?”
Stella didn’t stop them, her silence a clear green light.
Meanwhile, Elena glanced around the glittering hall and then leaned closer to Wesley, her words meant for him alone. “Is this the spectacle you mentioned?”
Wesley quirked an eyebrow. “Be patient.”
Before they could say more, Joseph sauntered over, a glass of red wine in hand. “Wesley, it seems you’ve found time for parties instead of producing those documents the prosecutor asked for.” The taunt in his voice was unmistakable.
Wesley’s eyes narrowed, his expression as inscrutable as ever. “Joseph, you think the victory is already yours, right?”
Joseph let out a loud, theatrical laugh. “What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
After years of being overshadowed by Wesley, Joseph relished every moment of his newfound advantage. In his mind, it wouldn’t be long before the Spencer Group was under his command.
Wesley let a mocking grin curl on his lips. “Joseph, haven’t you checked in on Theo lately?”
At the mention of Theo’s name, Joseph’s laughter died in his throat, wariness flickering in his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Wesley shrugged, sounding almost bored. “Oh, nothing you need to worry about.”
A chill raced down Joseph’s spine. Did Wesley do something to Theo? His mind no longer on taunting Wesley, he hurried away, phone already in hand, desperate to reach Theo.
As Joseph disappeared into the crowd, Liam stepped up to Wesley.
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Meanwhile, Elena had excused herself, weaving through the crowd toward the ladies’ room. As she turned to leave, she was blocked by a circle of immaculately dressed women at the door.
A blonde with a haughty gaze gave Elena a slow, disdainful once-over. “You’re good-looking, I’ll give you that. Maybe that’s why you dared to go after Stella’s man. Too bad you crossed my path. Take off that dress.”
With a flick of her wrist, the blonde readied her phone to film, arrogance oozing from every gesture.
When Elena made no move to comply, the other women began to close in, eager to escalate the situation.
Elena calmly dried her hands, her cold stare sweeping over the women like a blade. “Is this how you get your kicks? Ganging up on a stranger?”
The blonde clicked her tongue in annoyance. “You shouldn’t have clung to Stella’s man. Stop wasting time. If you cooperate and let me record this video of your naked body, you might get off lightly. Otherwise, you can’t blame us for being rough.”
It was clear she’d pulled stunts like this before—using such explicit videos as leverage, intimidating anyone who wouldn’t play along. No one had dared to push back. But today, her tricks wouldn’t work—she was dealing with Elena.
“Oh?” Elena’s voice remained cool as marble. “Did Stella forget to warn you not to mess with me?”
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