Chapter 471:
Francesca looked confused. Who was Wesley addressing? She pointed at herself, her expression puzzled. “Uh, Mr. Spencer, are you talking to me?”
Wesley didn’t even glance at Francesca. His full attention remained on Elena.
Francesca followed his gaze. Elena was the golden child of the Harper family, and it was well known that Jeffry and Wesley were close friends. So it made sense that Wesley would know Elena.
Francesca quickly assumed Wesley was there to reprimand Elena on Jeffry’s behalf.
Trying to defuse the tension, Francesca hurried to explain, “Mr. Spencer, you’ve got it all wrong! We’re just, you know, having a few drinks and some light hand-holding… Totally PG! Nothing shady going on here, I swear!”
Francesca frequented this place because she loved being surrounded by handsome men, but she had her limits. She wasn’t some kind of easy lay. She would never get involved with any of these guys—she knew she’d be in serious trouble if her brothers ever found out. She simply enjoyed the company of attractive men, which was part of why she’d entered the entertainment industry.
What Francesca didn’t realize was that her explanation only made things worse.
Drinks? Hand-holding? Wesley’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. The temperature in the room seemed to drop sharply.
Felix tensed immediately. The calmer Wesley appeared, the angrier he truly was.
In a quiet, almost too-calm voice, Wesley commanded, “Everyone, out. Now.”
Francesca froze, but Felix quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door.
The pretty boys exchanged nervous glances before hurriedly scattering.
Galen, though composed, also decided to leave.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Now, only Elena and Wesley remained in the dimly lit room.
“So, did you have a good time?” Wesley asked softly.
Wesley’s eyes blazed with anger, yet his voice remained steady. “Did you enjoy the company of those pretty boys?”
Elena furrowed her brow. “It was alright.”
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A chuckle escaped Wesley’s lips despite himself. A furious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Alright? She actually thought it was alright! Since taking charge of the Spencer Group, he had never been this pissed off.
Wesley casually threw his suit jacket onto the sofa. With one hand, he loosened his collar, exposing his defined collarbone. His previously controlled demeanor shifted to something menacing.
He asked, “Do you enjoy drinking?”
Elena said nothing. Wesley’s anger was palpable. She frowned, pressing her lips together as she looked at him.
Without waiting for a reply, Wesley grabbed a bottle of whiskey, tipped his head back, and took a deep drink.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Elena’s face. Wesley’s towering figure loomed above her, radiating authority, his familiar scent filling the air around them.
Elena began, “Mr. Spencer, what are you—”
Before she could finish, her lips were captured by a sudden kiss. Completely caught off guard, her mind went blank.
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