Xavier had the usual handsome face of the Fords. His eyes were particularly beautiful and sparkly. He was always surrounded by women, but he only had his eye on Westonâs female secretary. He heard that she was a graduate of a prestigious school overseas. She was very capable and good-looking All the other secretaries blushed at the sight of him, but this woman treated him formally with a business-only attitude. Il only made him more interested in her.
âMr. Xavier, please come this way.â Daisy was an experienced secretary that had been working with Weston for many years.
After looking at Westonâs face for many years, even the most handsome face in the entertainment industry would not make her heart race. Not many could match her bossâ charm. Besides, Xavier looked a little flirtatious. He was not her cup of tea.
She preferred people like Weston that were cool, handsome, and elegant âWhy are you always unhappy to see me?â Xavier reached over and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. He acted like he wanted to help straighten her collar Daisy avoided his movement imperceptibly. âMr. Ford is waiting for you inside.â âHow lame.â Xavier withdrew his hand and looked at her back for a few beals.
When she got into the elevator, he finally retracted his gaze and casually strode to Westonâs office.
Weston was browsing a file when Xavier came in. Xavier walked over and picked up a book from his table. He flipped through the pages and asked, âSince when do you read these classics?â
Weston ignored him and spun the pen in his hand. He tapped his finger on the table and warned, âDonât disturb my work.â
âWe havenât seen each other for so long. Why are you still so cold?â Xavier clicked his tongue a few times and asked, âArenât you curious about my visit? Do you know why I came?â
âWhat business can you have?â
âJust listen to yourself. Iâm the only one comparable to you in the Ford family. Why are you not taking me seriously? What if I suddenly turned things around and took away all your inheritance?â
âIf you can do it, sure.â Weston seemed unperturbed and rubbed his brows. âDonât underestimate me so much. You might suffer later,â Xavier said with a half-smile. Weston looked at him differently. âWhat do you want?â
Xavier put the book back and casually sal on his sofa He rested one arm on the back of the chair and watched as the secretary left. âWhy are your secretaries like you? All of them are so cold,â Xavier asked, but he answered his own question. He rubbed his chin and said as his eyes suddenly turned dark, âIs she doing this on purpose to get my attention?â Weston was uninterested in these. He signed his name on the document and stood up after he finished liis work âIf thereâs nothing else, please leave.â
Weston closed the pen with one hand and tossed it back to the table with a clean movement.
Then, he tumed to leave. Xavier hurriedly followed behind him. âHey, Iâm your uncle How can you treat me like this?â He covered his heart and said with a wounded look, âIâm so sad.â Weston pushed him away. âStay away from me.â He never felt comfortable with physical contact, even with Guinevere He could maintain a polite interaction at best. He would reject anything more intimate than that.
The people around him knew his habits. Therefore, not many would get too close to him in public.
Xavier was an exception. The more Weston disliked him, the more he would try to provoke him.
Weston had always had a way to keep him under control. However, Xavier never learned his lesson.
He would forget the pain and annoy Weston over and over again. âLooks like youâve been having a good time.â Weston suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at him meaningfully. âI remembered you have a fiancée. If youâre very bored, I donât mind calling her over to play with you.â Westonâs words struck Xavierâs weakness.