The employee turned to look at Stella. Stella didnât want to make things difficult for her and nodded.
âItâs fine. Please, carry on.â With that, the staff member turned to leave.
Chris walked towards Stella and sat down before her. âI really didnât expect that heâd treat you like some precious treasure.â âItâs just coming out for an afternoon of fun. Is that considered as treating me like precious treasure?â Stella looked expressionlessly at him.
The two had parted unceremoniously at Ford Corporationâs building the last time, and Chris even attacked Weston. Yet, now that theyâd met again, Chris acted as if nothing had happened. It was evident that this man had outstanding mental tenacity. Chris smiled and said nothing as he poured a glass of wine for himself. He took two sips and asked, âWhere is Weston?â âHe went out for some fresh air.â âArenât you worried? Heâs been out for so long.â Stella shook her head. âHeâs a full-grown adult.
What do I have to be worried about?â âArenât you worried that another woman will seduce him?
Beauties abound in this place.â Stella smiled sardonically, neither confirming nor denying Chrisâ jabs.
Initially thinking that Chris would only sit around for a while, to her surprise, Chris showed no signs of making a move even after ten minutes. In fact, he looked increasingly comfortable where he was and seemed to have no intention of leaving at all.
Stella stood up, unable to take it any longer. âIâll go and look for him.â Chris smiled and followed leisurely behind her, âFinally anxious? Iâve already said that beauties abound in this place. If you donât keep a close eye on him, a man like Weston can be easily seduced by one of them.â Chris was very familiar with The Doghouse, and he managed to find the balcony that Weston had originally smoked at in no time. Both of them did not expect to witness the scene before them.
Stella was stunned and stood rooted to the ground. That woman was Westonâs secretary, and she saw her a couple of times in the office, looking vastly different from how she looked right now.
Daisy, a white-collared elite, was supposed to be a successful career woman that navigated her way around commercial skyscrapers while wearing sleek business attire, making swift and resolute business decisions.
Yet, she now looked utterly out of sorts. Hiding behind Weston, her face was stained with streaks of tears on her face that made her look pitiful. Meanwhile, a man with his face contorted with rage stood in front of her, yelling at the top of his voice.
However, since it was obvious that he was physically no match for Weston, he didnât dare to be too aggressive. He merely stood where he was and yelled as loud as he could. Before Stella could realize what was happening, she felt tension in the air. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a black figure rushing out. Just as she tried to avoid the person, Chris bumped into her, and she almost fell. âDaisy?
Whatâs the matter!â
Chris rushed to Daisyâs side, paying no attention to Stella, whom she had bumped into. Weston heard his voice and looked over. His brows furrowed slightly, but he collected himself and retracted his gaze.
It wasnât a surprise to see Chris at such a place.
But why did he care so much about Daisy? That was something that Weston did not expect. Previously, he noticed that Chris had been very attentive toward Daisy. That being said, as long as it did not affect his performance at work, he couldnât be bothered about their personal affairs. He didnât want to interfere in his subordinatesâ private livesâit had nothing to do with him as long as work was not affected.
However, Daisy remained highly professional-she rejected Chris several times and even embarrassed him the last time.
Hence, Weston believed that given Chrisâ character, he would back off knowingly. To Westonâs surprise, it seemed that Daisy had a place in his heart. Chris pointed to the man standing in front and yelled coldly, âWho are you? How dare you cause trouble in The Doghouse. Are you tired of living?â