Chapter 258:
Elyse’s eyelids fluttered nervously as fear crept into her heart. Her lips drained of color as she stammered, “How, how dare you speak with such vulgarity?”
“I’ll curse at you however I please. What do you intend to do about it? Keep flapping that tongue of yours, and I’ll deliver a lesson you’ll carry to your grave.”
Just as Lydia prepared to make good on her threat, Elena restrained her with a gentle touch.
She turned to Karen with ice in her voice. “Where I go is entirely my prerogative. If you’re so concerned about Wesley being harassed, perhaps you should remain at home as his personal guardian.”
She then fixed Elyse with a glacial stare. “Stop projecting your sordid thoughts onto me, Elyse. If previous lessons weren’t sufficient, by all means, continue speaking.”
Elyse remained silent. Her pride refused to yield ground in Elena’s presence, yet her treacherous mouth wouldn’t form words.
Karen, realizing she’d been insulted by some unknown woman, blazed with fury. “Security! Remove these two bitches immediately. I don’t—”
Before she could complete her command, a tall figure materialized from the crowd. The clamorous audience instantly hushed, the only sound piercing the silence being the commanding thud of his leather shoes against the ground.
Wesley remained expressionless, his long lashes casting shadows across his face, concealing the cold intensity lurking beneath his penetrating gaze. He walked with an air of casual authority, absentmindedly toying with the ring on his finger. His commanding presence silenced the bustling crowd instantly. Everyone held their breath as the sound of his leather shoes echoed against the concrete, each step seeming to press directly on their hearts.
He lifted his lashes slightly, fixing an icy stare on the group who had been arguing just moments earlier.
A short while ago, Karen had been aggressive, barking orders at security to remove Elena and her friend. Now, her face froze, and she lowered her head in deference. What on earth was he doing here?
Wesley was infamous for his aversion to crowded places; he belonged in the exclusive VIP area, never among the general stands. Whenever he appeared, a designated area was always cordoned off, strictly off-limits to others. Wesley suffered from severe germophobia and despised physical contact.
Karen had never imagined he would come to the stands. Although she was also a member of the Spencer family, she dared not presume anything in Wesley’s presence. This cold-blooded man seemed to exist without emotions. For years, he had shown blatant disrespect to her parents and had ruthlessly crushed her brother and Joseph within the company. In his presence, Karen exercised considerable restraint. No one could predict what a man of his volatile nature might do.
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Meanwhile, Lydia discreetly maneuvered Elena behind her. As a top-tier assassin, Lydia had an acute sensitivity to the auras of others. Wesley’s presence radiated ice and ferocity; she sensed danger even though he hadn’t taken a single step closer.
Lydia hadn’t missed how Wesley’s gaze had lingered on Elena for several seconds earlier. Instinctively, she positioned herself as a shield. Only when Elena lightly touched her arm did Lydia return to her original position.
Elena was an elite hacker, a skilled doctor, and the undefeated champion known as Olivia on the racetrack. She possessed enough strength to stand without anyone’s protection. Once reassured, Lydia settled back to observe the unfolding drama. She sensed something unusual brewing between Elena and Wesley.
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