Xavier was aware that things had cooled between Weston and Guinevere, but he did not expect
Weston to be so callous toward Zack.
Walking up to Weston then, there was a stern look on his face as he growled, “I am your uncle, and
even if you’ve lost your mind over some woman you have on the side, you’re the only one who loses in
the end.”
Despite her silence until now, Stella could no longer bear to listen to their conversation, especially with
the way they spoke of her.
Scowling, she took a deep breath and rose to her feet. “Since you two have so much to say, finish it in
one go. I’ll leave you two to it.” With that, she shook off Weston’s hand and left right away. Xavier’s lips
curled up mockingly as he watched her leave. “See? Treasure her, and she’ll forget her place and get
obsessed with getting ahead of you. I’m telling you, you don’t have to go so far with women like her—”
Before he could finish, Weston had punched him squarely in the face. Unable to react at all, blood
flowed profusely from his nostrils and splatter on the floor, while he was sent wobbling, almost falling
over. When he finally came to his senses, he glowered at Weston. “Are you f*cking crazy?!” However,
Weston quickly seized him by the collar and slammed him against the wall behind.” This is your last
warning. Don’t spout that nonsense in front of her-I’m not kidding here, dear uncle.”
His eyes were charged with killing intent, and Xavier stiffened from his glare even before he felt fury.
He had never seen Weston acting so out of control, and over a woman at that! To him, Weston always
seemed to be born detached-on the day Guinevere was wheeled into the delivery room, the whole
family was waiting outside, but Weston was somehow calmer than everyone else.
From that moment on, he knew that Weston was born to be a businessman, because he had no
vulnerabilities and was innately aloof. But at this very moment, he well and truly felt that Weston was
projecting every single emotion a person comes across in life.
“You’re really…” he began, but Weston released him before he could finish.
“There are things I don’t have to go into detail about,” Weston said, straightening his sleeves with a
frightening look on his face and staring down at him. “You’re smart-figure it out yourself.”
Xavier straightened himself in response and spat out a blotch of blood. “Funny, I didn’t think
you’re that far gone. What the hell did she…”
Weston shot him an icy glare before he could finish.
Abandoning his sentence right then and feeling solemn now, Xavier growled, “I’ll remember that
punch.”
“Whatever,” Weston replied casually, pulling a tissue from his desk and wiping his fingers he was a
clean freak, and he certainly would go the extra mile with Xavier’s blood being literally on his hands.
Xavier’s gaze cooled as he did so.”So, you’re not showing your uncle any respect at all?”
“Respect is earned.” “Fine!” Xavier laughed. “I didn’t take you for such a hopeless romantic, but I
should remind you your wife and child were at the hospital, and Zack’s fever had yet to break while you
were here, messing around with a mistress in your own office. Do you even care how serious this
would be to the company if word of this gets out?!” Impassive, Weston threw the tissue on his desk and
asked, “Do I look like I give a damn?”
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