Chapter 1487:
Not wanting to give up on the opportunity, Quentin tried once more to bargain.
“Healer, Yvette doesn’t know any better. Please forgive her. The Jimenez family might not be as powerful as the Boyds, but we still have influence in Klathe’s pharmaceutical industry. If you’d give us a chance to work with you, I promise you won’t regret it—”
Elena raised her hand, cutting him off.
“I will never work with the Jimenez family.”
Shock swept through the Jimenez relatives. The meaning was clear: Elena’s refusal would spell their exile from the industry. If word got out, every hospital and pharmaceutical company partnered with the Jimenez family would rush to cut ties.
Before Quentin could protest, Elena had already slipped into a waiting car and driven off without a backward glance.
Quentin spun on Yvette.
“You’ve destroyed everything we’ve built!”
Yvette shuddered, shrinking back as fear tightened her chest.
But fate wasn’t finished with the Jimenez family.
It didn’t take long before the Spencer family made a public statement—those cooperating with the Jimenez family would be the Spencer family’s enemies. The news hit the city like wildfire. Klathe’s powerful families wasted no time distancing themselves from the Jimenez name, all of them wondering what terrible mistake they had made to get on Wesley’s blacklist. Their downfall was inevitable.
Never in her wildest dreams did Yvette imagine that a single photo could bring her family to ruin. If she had known what would follow, she would have thought twice before sharing it, no matter how bold she felt. But there was no way to turn back the clock.
Other elite families found themselves blacklisted as well, their fortunes tied to the Jimenez family’s fall. The infamous Klathe gossip group was abruptly shut down, and the damning photo that started it all vanished from every corner of the internet in seconds.
Only the Spencer family could pull off such a feat.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩: g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝘀꞉𝗰𝗼𝗺
Not a soul dared speak out. Many of Klathe’s wealthiest heirs had participated in the group’s gossip, and after witnessing the Jimenez family’s ruin, they all lay low, terrified of drawing Wesley’s attention.
Only Francesca felt any satisfaction. While she drove, she said, “That group was toxic anyway. Good riddance. They did nothing but spread lies. I bet most of the trash talk in Klathe started with them. Honestly, I’m glad Wesley finally cleaned house.”
Sitting in the passenger seat, Elena barely reacted, her face unmoved by the news.
Francesca watched Elena, trying to read her mood. Then, carefully, she asked, “Elena, are things really okay between you and Wesley?”
Francesca trusted Wesley, but that photo was real. He had been with another woman; there was no denying the intimacy.
Wesley had a reputation for being cold and unapproachable, so every woman in Klathe kept her distance. Yet the woman in that photo not only stood beside him, she actually held his hand. For someone like him, that scene was downright shocking.
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