Chapter 1366:
Snuffing out the cigarette, Jeffry looked at Wesley and warned, “If you ever let Elena down, you’ll end up in the same mess I am.”
The pain of regret waited for Wesley if he ever hurt Elena.
Without a flicker of emotion, Wesley answered, “I won’t give her a reason to leave me.”
Not wanting to dwell on it, Jeffry steered the conversation in a new direction. “I heard Lucian Stanley—the shipping magnate—and his wife arrived in Klathe. People are scrambling for that partnership. What’s your take?”
With the Spencer family calling the shots at Klathe’s largest port, teaming up with Lucian could mean a fortune.
“Not interested,” Wesley responded, his voice cool and even.
Surprise flickered across Jeffry’s face. “You’re really going to let that gold mine slip past you?”
A chill settled in Wesley’s tone. “Let others chase it. Anyone who has built their own empire knows how to bite back. If someone wants to get burned, that’s their problem.”
People called Lucian the King of Ships for a reason. His rare appearances only made his moves all the more electrifying.
Jeffry asked, “Don’t you think your uncle might angle for a partnership with Lucian? He hasn’t given up on your throne yet.”
Even with Wesley running a tight ship, the veterans in the Spencer Group never made things easy for him—the last port sale proved it. All these years, Joseph had been making moves behind the scenes.
In Jeffry’s eyes, keeping Joseph in play had always been a bad gamble. A sudden icy spark appeared in Wesley’s gaze. “If he’s set on signing his own downfall, I won’t stop him.”
The reason Wesley had opted against dealing with Joseph yet was entirely unrelated to their family ties. He was determined to uncover the truth about the past and hold everyone accountable.
In the dimly lit private room of an upscale club, ambition crackled in the air like electricity.
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Theo leaned forward, his eyes blazing with desperate hunger. “Joseph, if we can secure Lucian’s deal before Wesley even knows what hit him, we’ll carve our way back into the Spencer Group.”
The mere possibility made Theo’s pulse quicken, his hands trembling with anticipation.
“I’m drowning in this humiliation,” Theo continued. “Wesley doesn’t treat me like family at all. He had some thugs drag me from Tauledo back to Klathe like a common criminal, threatened me, crushed my spirit—and my grandpa pretends he’s blind to it all. At this rate, Wesley will devour the entire Spencer Group, and I’ll be left with scraps! Joseph, tell me you’re with me on this.”
Joseph occupied the center of the sofa like a king on his throne, his expression carved from stone.
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