Chapter 66:
A muffled grunt of discomfort soon escaped him, and in that moment, Elena felt a measure of satisfaction.
Emotionlessly, she said, “Your health is your own responsibility; no one else is here to bear your burdens.”
Reaching into her bag, she produced a pill and offered it to him.
Just as she prepared to leave, a sudden, firm grip on her wrist halted her departure.
“Who are you?” Wesley’s piercing gaze locked onto Elena.
Surprise flickered across her face, yet she kept her cool as she replied, “Mr. Spencer, I’m Elena.”
Wesley shook his head. “You already know what I’m asking.”
Buried within her were ever-growing secrets; she possessed an uncanny understanding of art, along with exceptional medical expertise.
Although none of these had anything to do with El, Wesley’s sharp intuition led him to connect the two.
Curiosity often drove him to delve into the connection between them.
His deep, unreadable eyes conveyed more than words could express.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Elena wondered if he intended to test her despite his fragile state.
Never had she earned Wesley’s hatred.
Rather, she had long been his benefactor.
Rewinding five years, her timely intervention had prevented hackers from Avaloria from stealing the military robotic dog technology developed by his company.
Equipped with an advanced positioning and search system, the AI-driven robotic dog was capable of carrying arms and ammunition while operating autonomously, a feature that promised to reduce battlefield casualties.
Had that technology been compromised, it would have inflicted severe damage on both the Spencer Group and the nation.
Now, as he probed her identity, the meaning behind it left her puzzled.
Wondering if he was repaying his benefactor by turning against her, she thought of it as biting the hand that once fed him.
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In a burst of irritation, she tossed him the pill and said, “I don’t know what you are talking about. Let go now, or I’ll tell my brother you’re bullying me.”
Infusing her face with animated anger, her expression grew more vibrant.
Glancing at her fiery, slightly furious eyes, he noticed how they normally exuded calm charm but now blazed with a captivating red hue.
Observing her naturally clear face, he found it far more appealing than the overly made-up visages of other women.
As she released his grip, a playful idea suddenly sparked within him.
Casually, he asked, “Does he know who you really are?”
A vivid red imprint marked Elena’s wrist after his firm grasp.
A soft hiss escaped her as she massaged the tender spot.
Despite his current state, his strength remained undeniably strong.
Her frustrated tone broke the silence. “Mr. Spencer, I rescued you, and this is your gratitude?”
