Chapter 1218:

All I picked up was that she was talking to a man. “Mr. Spencer, I swear I’ve told you everything I know. There’s nothing else I’m hiding. Please have some compassion. Torin threatened me. None of this was my choice! Please, let me go…”

Before Elyse could finish typing her plea, Wesley snatched the phone from her hands and tossed it away.

Turning to Wesley, Arion asked, “What do you want to do with her?”

Wesley answered with a voice as cold as winter, “Get rid of her.”

A single nod from Arion signaled his understanding. “Consider it done.”

Terror filled Elyse’s eyes when she heard those words. She shook her head wildly, desperate to change his mind. She had already told everything she knew. How could Wesley go back on his word? She didn’t want to die. She wanted to go home to Klathe. She wanted her life back. She wanted a future.

A strangled, desperate noise slipped from Elyse. Arion scowled, gagged her, and hauled her away.

Left alone in the room, Wesley sat in silence, his expression stormy as his fingers wandered absently to the family ring he wore.

Elsewhere, Elena remained completely unaware of the confrontation that had just taken place in her own room. She had just arrived at the entrance of AstraMed Pharmacy.

AstraMed Pharmacy stood as the most prominent pharmacy in the area, famous for offering even the rarest and most valuable medical ingredients. As she stepped inside, a sharply dressed middle-aged man approached her. “My boss wishes to speak with you, Miss Harper,” he said, his voice calm and formal.

That caught Elena off guard. “Who exactly is your boss?” He had called her Miss Harper, which made it clear he already knew her identity. Having left the sale of the dietary supplement to Lydia, she had never made her role in creating the pills known, nor had she ever set foot in AstraMed Pharmacy before. Why would the owner be interested in her at all?

With a neutral expression, the man responded, “Once you meet him, Miss Harper, everything will be clear.”

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Elena walked upstairs behind the middle-aged man, soon coming face-to-face with the owner he had mentioned.

Standing before her was the owner of AstraMed Pharmacy, an older man whose hair had turned gray and whose presence filled the room. His clouded eyes studied Elena, taking in every detail. Without revealing any emotion, Elena returned his stare.

Quietly, the owner, Jerald Duncan, watched her, noting that most people would either try to flatter him or feel too nervous to meet his eyes. This young woman, however, did neither. She simply stood there, showing neither arrogance nor fear. Even though he found her steady demeanor remarkable, he gave no hint that he was impressed. Instead, he maintained a stern expression, deliberately trying to unsettle her.

Still, Elena’s face did not change, calm and steady as ever.

After a long pause, Jerald broke the silence. “Are you not scared of me?”

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