Chapter 414:
After retracing every step, Malcolm reached one irrefutable conclusion—if he wanted Wesley to show up, Elena had to be the bait.
Malcolm was setting the stage, trying to orchestrate a moment for Wesley and Elena to share in private. If Wesley could win Elena’s heart, he would finally relax.
Malcolm’s schemes were so transparent that Elena had already seen right through them.
With a sigh of exasperation, Elena laughed lightly and replied, “You’re overthinking this, Malcolm. Wesley couldn’t care less about my presence. If you want him there, you’ll have to come up with a better plan. I’m not your answer.”
“Come on!” Malcolm urged, desperation edging his voice. “Just think of it as a favor to me!”
Wesley had been a thorn in Malcolm’s side lately. Despite the smooth dealings between the Spencer Group and the Johnson Group, Wesley insisted Malcolm jet off abroad for inspections, nearly ruining Malcolm’s plans for Kiera’s birthday party.
After years of knowing Wesley, Malcolm sensed something was wrong. A careful review of events led him to seek Elena’s help. She was his only ally in this maze.
Malcolm straightened, positioning himself confidently before Elena.
The light danced through the champagne tower, casting shimmering gold across Elena’s elegant neck, while Malcolm stood before her in a finely tailored suit, a smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her. They looked like a picture-perfect couple.
Not far away, Wesley’s expression darkened as he loosened the cufflinks on his dark suit, his jaw clenched tightly.
Marlon noticed where Wesley’s gaze was fixed and followed it to see Malcolm and Elena sharing laughter.
A grin crept onto Marlon’s face. Finally, Malcolm was waking up!
Marlon had always held Elena in high regard and secretly wished for Malcolm and her to come together, but Malcolm seemed oblivious.
Whenever Marlon tried to pair Elena with Malcolm, Malcolm insisted he didn’t want Marlon to meddle. Marlon would huff. How was he meddling? A great daughter-in-law was all he wanted. Was that too much to hope for?
While Marlon had nearly given up on the idea of Elena becoming his daughter-in-law, it seemed Malcolm had finally come around.
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His spirits soaring, Marlon beamed at Wesley and Karen. “Mr. and Miss Spencer, please come inside. It’s a bit of a circus today, so forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality.”
Wesley remained stoic, merely nodding in acknowledgment.
Karen arrived just after, trailing behind Wesley. Spotting Elena and Malcolm laughing, she muttered, “What’s so damn funny?”
With a huff, Karen lifted her dress and strode over. “Elena, what’s this chatter about?” Her tone dripped with disdain.
Elena’s smile dimmed slightly as she replied coolly, “What did you just call me?”
Karen’s expression hardened, reluctantly responding, “Boss.”
Boss? Malcolm was taken aback. Karen, daughter of the Spencer family and Gerald’s favorite, was infamous in Klathe for her fiery temperament. Yet here she was, looking almost timid before Elena.
Malcolm’s eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama, which earned him a sharp glare from Karen.
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