Chapter 1385

However, Xante was the president of Newmoon Group, making her a person he could not afford to

cross.

The man picked up the bottle of wine and poured another glass for Xante before doing the same for

himself.

“Xante, I was only joking with you. Don’t tell me you’re mad? Well, I apologize. I shouldn’t have done

that. Here, let’s have a toast. It’s okay if you don’t want to be together now because I’m going to work

hard to show you I’m serious about you.”

He then put down the wine bottle, picked up his own glass, and finished it in one go. After that, he

looked coyly at Xante, saying, “Your turn.”

The music was so loud that Xante did not quite hear what her ex-boyfriend said, but she thought she

should at least take a sip of her wine out of politeness.

However, someone grabbed her wrist just when she picked up her wine glass.

“Don’t drink it!” shouted Sunny, stopping her from drinking the wine.

Xante was first shocked, but her expression soured when she saw Sunny’s panic-stricken face looking

back at her.

“Let go of my wrist,” she said threateningly.

Sunny frowned and forced himself to say gently, “Xante, don’t drink it. You should head back home

now. You still need to work tomorrow.”

Xante obviously did not agree with Sunny’s sentiment. “It’s the weekend tomorrow, so I don’t need to

get up early for work. Excuse me, but I’m talking to my friend here. Why don’t you go home before your

brother comes looking for you.”

Sunny took a deep breath to keep himself from exploding. “You can talk to him when the sun’s out.

Nothing good can ever come out of talking in a nightclub. Let’s go. I’ll send you home.”

Sunny tried to pull Xante away from her chair. He successfully got her to stand up but failed to drag her

away as someone else was pulling her other arm too.

Xante was stuck between Sunny and her ex-boyfriend. None of the two men were willing to let her go.

Thus, they were at a stalemate.

Sunny looked back, and the anger he had been suppressing immediately came to head when he saw

the man touching Xante. “You better let her go now! Don’t touch my girlfriend!”

The man laughed mockingly. “Your girlfriend? Excuse me, but Xante never told me so delusional and at

such a young age.”

“Are you or are you not going to let her go?” asked Sunny through gritted teeth.

“You should be the one letting go,” said the man, not backing down.

Xante knew Sunny very well, so before he blew his top, she said to her ex-boyfriend, “Shawn Leroy!

Let go of me now.”

Even though Shawn did not want to, he chose to do as she said.

After that, Xante led Sunny out of the private room.

It was much quieter in the stairwell.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go back home before your family worries about you,” chastised Xante angrily.

A stubborn frown appeared on Sunny’s forehead, but his eyes looked like a puppy’s that had been

kicked. They were anxious, hurt, and fearful.