Chapter 463

Chapter 463

Shawn wore a cold expression, a tint of red visible on his face. His eyes were unfocused as he closed

them weakly. It was almost as if he didn't care about my appearance before him. Gary called out to me

softly from behind with a hint of concern in his eyes. When the fatty saw me responding to him, he

quickly shifted aside. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and come over."

He lost his temper when he saw me standing still on my spot. I pressed my lips together, and a

courageous thought surfaced in my mind when I saw the collar of Shawn's shirt, which was spread

open. I reached my hand up to unbutton my white shirt as I walked toward the fat guy. Right before I

got to him, I turned around and walked in Shawn's direction instead. Then, I parted my legs and sat on

top of Shawn's legs.

"Are you messing with me?" The fatty was stunned for a while. Everyone present then were wealthy

and influential figures in Bryxton, and they all eyed me with fear painted clearly on their faces. It

seemed they had recognized who I was, but the fatty was still confused. He simply thought I had

shamed him in public. "A b*tch will always be a b*tch," he hissed at me.

Shawn opened his eyes and glared at me. "Get off." I had never seen such coldness in the man's eyes.

Just then, I felt like I understood this man a little better—I knew that I meant nothing to him from the

moment he decided to stop acknowledging my existence. All the love, care, and tenderness he had for

me disappeared in an instant and were replaced by heartlessness and hostility. "Sunny," I whispered.

"Get off," he growled. I hastily got off him, and the fatty seemed pleased when he saw Shawn barking

at me. The fatty reached over and grabbed my wrist. "Stop trying for someone who's out of your

league. Why don't you come with me instead? I'll reward you if you make me feel good tonight."

Clang! Someone smashed a wine glass on the fatty's head, and the fatty had just looked over to curse

at the person when he saw a fist being sent directly toward his face. The fatty immediately bowed down

to his knees to beg for forgiveness. "How did I offend you, President Xenos? Please forgive me. I'll

leave immediately." The fatty didn't even have the guts to fight back! He was begging for mercy

instead!

Shawn sent a kick in the man's direction, and the man could feel his head spinning after that. He was

sprawled across the ground, but he didn't have the strength to pick himself up. Since he couldn't get

up, the next best thing he could do was to play dead. Shawn ran his long fingers down to the collar of

his white shirt to tidy himself before turning to look at me. "Don't follow me," he ordered. Then, he

turned and left the room.

After he told me not to follow him, I didn't know what to do apart from eyeing Gary helplessly.

"President Felix," Gary uttered. He seemed just as helpless as well. I glanced down to look at the fatty

on the ground. He still doesn't know what his mistake is. He probably thinks I'm laughing at him. "You

b*tch," he hissed as he motioned his hand as if he wanted to hit me.

"I'm Mrs. Xenos," I uttered flatly. He had raised his hand, but he then sent it toward himself to slap his

cheek. "I was too ignorant, Mrs. Xenos. Please forgive me!" he cried. I scoffed before I left the room.

There was a long corridor down the fourth floor, so I could still see Shawn's figure in the distance when

I got out of the room. His footsteps were rather clumsy, and he looked as if he wasn't completely sober.

This was the first time I had ever seen him getting drunk.

I followed along behind Shawn, but I kept a distance from him. I felt rather bad myself—I hadn't

expected such severe consequences this time, much less having him give me such a cold treatment. I

must have really hurt him, I thought. This is the first time he's throwing such a huge temper, the first

time he's voicing his dissatisfaction, and the first time he's acting so coldly toward me. My heart ached

just at the thought of this, and I felt the urge to cry.

After he got out of the clubhouse, he didn't take a cab. Instead, he walked by the river that ran down

Eldham. I took my jacket and bag from Gary. "You can get off work now," I said. "Are you sure,

President Felix?" Gary sounded somewhat hesitant.

"You can't do much, anyway," I replied. Gary thought that my words made sense, and he excused

himself soon after. After he left, I hurried along after Shawn. I kept a distance of a few feet away from

him. He was a determined man—he kept walking for nearly thirty minutes. My body started to feel tired

by then. When I finally couldn't take it any longer, I cried out for him in a weak voice, "I know it's my

fault, Sunny. Please don't be mad."

Shawn's footsteps halted for a while. I stared at his back figure as I thought, He has such broad

shoulders. I wish I could hug and kiss him, but I don't dare to do it now.

"I told you not to follow me," he stated icily.

My head was spinning at that point. "I know. I know you don't want me to follow you when you're angry,

but I want to be with you, and I don't want you to be angry at me. I know I made a mistake, but I just…

didn't want to owe him anything. I know you guys didn't have a good impression of Ezekiel, so I didn't

tell you about it. I figured that you'd still feel uneasy even if I told you the truth, so I—"

Shawn interrupted me out of frustration, "We don't have a good impression of him… Are you saying

that you have a good impression of him? We think he has ulterior motives, but do you think his motives

are pure? Renee, have you already decided that Ezekiel is a good person?"

I froze for a moment. "Are you afraid of him, Sunny?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of." His face darkened.

"I don't think he's a good or bad person, Sunny. So far, he hasn't done anything to harm me. With

Robert, Ezekiel only gave him a taste of his own medicine! Previously, Ezekiel promised me that he

wouldn't attack you guys as long as you guys didn't attack him. He simply wants to stay in Bryxton

because the girl he likes is in this town. He just wants to keep an eye on her and care for her. He once

said that his beliefs mattered more than his business and even mentioned that he had intended to

support you and Rudy back then. The indiscriminate attacks were just to protect—"

"Hah! The woman he likes is in Bryxton, huh?" Shawn's face turned even sourer than before. "Yeah," I

replied before biting my bottom lip. All of a sudden, he stared at me as if he had just understood

something. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Did you say he promised not to attack us? What

do you think made him promise that? Have you ever wondered, with that pea-brain of yours, why he'd

promise such a thing?"

My pea-brain?! I can't believe he's scolding me! I never expected him to do such a thing! I was

speechless for a while, and Shawn probably realized how harsh he sounded after that. He sat by the

riverbank as he tried to collect his thoughts before speaking to me, "Rudy and I realized how he had

been trying to support us. After all, Ezekiel had offered us a lot of help in secret. However, this was all

out of his own choice and effort. We never once treated him as one of us, so how could this be a

betrayal? We had wanted to get rid of him this whole time. Back in the day, he was like a huge

mountain standing in our way, and I had to get rid of his business if I wanted to be at the top of the

hierarchy! There's only one winner—this is a known fact. I don't think I did anything wrong. Anyone can

attack me if they wish to as well, and if I lost to them, fair and square, then I'd be more than willing to

accept defeat. But Ezekiel is too petty and calculative—he keeps thinking that we betrayed him

instead!"

I finally understood the truth of what happened in the past after I had combined both Ezekiel's and

Shawn's stories together. Shawn was an ambitious man who had planned to defeat Ezekiel all along,

while Ezekiel saw Shawn as one of his people. That was why Ezekiel saw this as a betrayal—he had

assumed that Shawn wouldn't do such a thing to him!

I felt my body shivering as a breeze swept past us. "Well, I guess I have to meet him sometime soon,"

Shawn uttered as he got to his feet. He was referring to Ezekiel.