Chapter 659:
Noticing the bloodstains on Dora’s palm, Stella cast a scornful look at Elena. “Bladed weapons are banned at this event. I’m going to search you now, and if I find anything, you’ll be thrown out without hesitation!”
Dora eagerly nodded, saying, “Yes! Search her!”
The crowd murmured in disbelief. Bringing a weapon to such a formal gathering was unheard of, especially among such a distinguished audience.
“Miss Russell, please have her removed immediately. There’s no need for further discussion.”
“Bringing a blade to a social event? Such behavior is uncivilized and unacceptable here.”
“Is she a threat to our safety, carrying a weapon like that? Come on, throw her out now.”
A flicker of malice flashed in Stella’s eyes. Simply throwing Elena out now would be too kind! She wanted more than merely ejecting Elena. She intended to strip Elena of her pride through a public search. Surely, after this, this despicable Elena would think twice before attempting to seduce Wesley again!
At Stella’s command, the security guards approached Elena and said authoritatively, “Ma’am, we have reason to believe you’re armed. We must conduct a search. Please comply.”
The prospect of being searched by the guards in full view of everyone would undoubtedly be a severe blow to Elena’s dignity. Stella observed with contempt. This was the fate of anyone who dared to pursue Wesley—the man she had longed for.
The demeaning glances from the male guests solidified the humiliation. Elena was undeniably beautiful, with a delicate, captivating face and a figure that turned heads. The thought of touching her would surely bring them great pleasure.
Those lewd gazes poured onto Elena from all directions.
Maintaining her composure, Elena addressed the room sharply, “I’ve been standing here, and you all have been witnesses to that. I am here to enjoy the banquet, not to endure disgrace.”
Stella sneered, “Scared of being searched? You must be concealing something. Still pretending you’re innocent—how stubborn.”
Elena retorted with a sneer, “Your desperation to discredit me only highlights your insecurity.”
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“You!” Stella’s face darkened.
As Stella attempted to slap Elena, Wesley intervened, catching her wrist and pushing it away forcefully.
With a stern look, Wesley dismissed Stella, shouting, “Enough!”
Stella was seething with rage. When had she ever faced such humiliation? “Wesley, are you aware of who my father is?” she asked, her voice steeped in anger.
Wesley’s response was dismissive. He compressed his lips and didn’t even look at Stella, his voice dripping with disinterest as he said, “Why don’t you consult your mother about that?”
Elena, silenced by her fury, reflected on her experiences. Throughout her life, men had competed for her favor. This incident marked the first time she had been openly disrespected by one. With a clenched jaw, she spun on her heel and fled.
Meanwhile, Wesley disregarded Stella, his eyes cold as he warned the security personnel, “Elena is under my protection. Challenge her, and you challenge me.”
Wesley’s influence in Klathe was well known. Not only was he extraordinarily wealthy, but he was also the grandson of Gerald, a respected former military commander.
While Gerald had long since retired, his protégés now occupied significant positions within the military and government.
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