Weston put away his phone, leaned over slightly, and with one shot, he cleared the table directly.
Xavier was stunned and immediately clapped his hands.” Your skills are unmatched.”
He walked to him, looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed, “Are you determined to win a meal
from me?”
Weston didn’t say a word but walked to the bar and took a sip of the champagne. The white sportswear
highlighted his tall figure and flexed the tight muscles on his arms.
The waitress on the side stared at him a few times, then quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep on
her face.
Whenever Weston came, it would be a feast for their eyes.
Usually, the men who came there were middle-aged, fat, and disgusting. Men with charming faces like
Weston often stood out from the crowd and attracted attention.
Weston leaned against the bar, took out his phone, and glanced at it again. On the screen, it was
shown that Stella was walking in the corridor with another man, who seemed to be her colleague.
He thought of the male voice that had suddenly interrupted his conversation with Stella earlier, and his
eyes darkened slightly.
From the picture, both were keeping their distance.
But the man’s hands were on her cheek, as if trying to fix her hair.
The action was so loving.
And Stella didn’t even push him away.
After taking a few more glances, he deleted the photo and threw his phone on the table, making a loud
noise.
The waitress on the side was startled by him and straightened up quickly, not daring to breathe out
loud.
On the other side, Xavier took a shot, and the black billiard ball rolled to the other side, missing the
hole.
He hissed and raised his head, only to see Weston’s gloomy face. “Shouldn’t you be happy I missed it?
Why the long face?” Ignoring him, Weston grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and
threw it aside. “You can play on your own. I’ll get going.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Xavier put the snooker cue aside and followed him. “We just started not
long ago, yet you’re bored already? Is there something bothering you?”
Weston pushed him away and said, “Don’t try to get any words out of me. I know what you’re thinking.”
Xavier chuckled. “You’re still mad about last time?”
He playfully shoved Weston’s shoulder and said, “I’m your uncle; can’t I say a few words about you?
It’s not like I’m stopping you from looking for women outside.”
Weston shot him a glance and took off the wrist gear.
Seeing this, Xavier instantly backed away. “Fine. I know you love that woman. We won’t talk about her
anymore, okay?”
Fascination was written all over his eyes as he stared at Weston. Stella was indeed different to him.
Because of her, he had received a beating from Weston last time.
Although there was competition between both, they rarely spoke about it. They were frenemies, as one
would say. Yet that was the first time Weston had fought with him for another person. “Don’t blame me
for not reminding you— Zachary’s birthday party is coming soon. I’m pretty sure the Cohen family is up
to something. You should hide your precious Ella. Otherwise, there will be trouble coming for her.”
“Are you reminding me or warning me?” Weston threw away the things in his hand, turned to get his
phone, and glanced at the time before saying, “I’ll give you a piece of advice: Don’t be too interested in
her.”
“Or else?” Xavier looked at him calmly.
The man didn’t answer but downed the whole glass of champagne in one gulp. “You can try to find out
the consequences of angering me.”
Xavier stared at Weston’s figure slowly walking away, and a somewhat ironic sneer appeared on his
face.
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