Very soon, Xavier found out that Weston had been the one behind his punishment.
At the Ford Corporation building.
When Xavier arrived, Daisy led the way as usual.
Seeing him come in a huff, she asked, “What happened?”
“Don’t get in my way.”
Xavier did not spare her so much as a glance and pushed her away, walking ahead by himself.
“Were you the one behind the old man punishing me?”
He shut the door with a slam, effectively stopping Daisy from coming in or listening in on them.
Daisy looked at the tightly shut door, and her face changed, feeling as if she had been shut out from his
world.
During this period of being with him, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she just couldn’t understand
this man.
Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from trusting him…
In the office.
Weston seemed to have expected his arrival. He covered the lid of his pen leisurely and asked, “What
are you referring to, specifically?”
He carefully buttoned up his sleeve.
His jet-black jacket was hanging off the side of his table, while his pristine white shirt gave him an
austere, cold, and distant appearance.
Xavier was clearly nowhere nearly as composed.
He stepped forward and smiled mockingly, “You’re the only person in the world who can look so at ease
after framing someone else.”
Weston picked up his coffee cup and sipped on it. He said without even looking at Xavier, “If you’re
here just to talk nonsense, pardon me for having more important things to attend to.”
“Weston Ford! Aside from people whom you find important, do you see everyone else as worthless and
unworthy?”
Xavier couldn’t help but ask him accusatorily, “She’s just an outsider. Is there a need for you to have
daggers drawn against your own uncle just for her sake? Do you really think you can marry her?”
They were family; at least, that was what Xavier used to think.
Subsequently, he realized that Henry was closer to Weston than he was.
They were like brothers, whereas he, as his biological uncle, seemed more like an outsider.
As uncle and nephew, they had fought over the family’s inheritance and even got upset with each other
over a woman.
Until now, he even felt that a mere woman like Ella was more
important than he was to Weston.
Weston put down his coffee cup and called for his secretary. “ Please see our guest off.”
Xavier clenched his fists. “I have something to tell you about Ella. I’m sure you’ll want to know about it.”
He paused for a moment before lifting his head. “Speak.”
The look in Xavier’s eyes changed.
He didn’t want to interfere with their business, but his clash with Old Mr. Ford frustrated him, not to
mention it was a clear indication that Ella Steele was trouble.
Weston had never acted like this in the past.
He could say with utmost certainty that it must have been Stella egging him on.
In that case, he did not need to show any mercy.
“Everyone knows how charming and virile Mr. Ford is, but even a man like you need to brush up on
your skills in bed…”
He smiled provocatively. “Otherwise, why would even your own woman be unhappy sleeping with
you?”
Weston’s face changed as a chill flashed past his eyes. “Speak your mind.”
“Do you know why Ella has become so close to Zeta lately?”
Xavier stepped forward and looked straight into Weston’s eyes. He said in a straight, no-nonsense
tone, “One of them is a doctor, and another is an actress. By right, there’s no reason for them to cross
paths…”
He tugged at his collar, all ready to exact his revenge. “I must say that I do pity that woman for having
to drug herself before she can bring herself to… sleep with you,” he said with a sly smile.
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