Xavier shared the same striking handsomeness as the rest of the Ford family, his eyes particularly captivating and full of mischief. He was usually surrounded by women, but today, his attention was fixed on Weston’s female secretary. Stella had heard that the secretary was a graduate from a prestigious overseas institution, known not just for her capability but also her beauty. Unlike the other secretaries who blushed in his presence, this one treated him with a professional distance, which only made Xavier more intrigued.
“Mr. Xavier, please follow me,” Daisy, the experienced secretary, called as she led him toward Weston’s office. Daisy had worked with Weston for years. Over time, even the most handsome faces no longer made her heart race. Few could match Weston’s cool elegance. Xavier, however, exuded a certain flirtatious charm that didn’t appeal to her. She preferred the calm and collected demeanor of her boss.
“Why are you always so unhappy to see me?” Xavier asked, reaching over to gently squeeze her shoulder, pretending to adjust her collar. Daisy subtly avoided the touch, maintaining a professional distance.
“Mr. Ford is waiting for you inside,” she said firmly.
“How dull,” Xavier muttered, retracting his hand and sending her a lingering look as she walked away. Once she stepped into the elevator, he turned his gaze toward Weston’s office, making his way inside with his usual confident stride.
Weston was engrossed in a file when Xavier entered. Without so much as a greeting, Xavier picked up a book from the desk and began flipping through its pages. “Since when do you read these classics?” he asked, his tone light but probing.
Weston barely looked up, absentmindedly spinning a pen in his fingers. He tapped the pen on the table, his patience thinning. “Don’t disturb my work.”
“We haven’t seen each other for so long. Why are you still so cold?” Xavier clicked his tongue, leaning back in the chair. “Aren’t you curious about why I’m here? Do you even know why I came?”
Weston continued his work, only half-listening. “What business could you have?”
Xavier smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Listen to yourself. I’m the only one in the Ford family who can rival you. Why don’t you take me seriously? What if I decided to turn things around and take all your inheritance?”
“If you can do it, sure,” Weston replied, his voice calm and measured, showing no sign of concern. He rubbed his temples as if the conversation were a minor annoyance. “Don’t underestimate me too much.”
Xavier’s smile widened as he leaned back, looking far too pleased with himself. “You might regret that,” he said with a low chuckle, his voice laced with a subtle threat. Weston finally looked up, his gaze sharpening. “What do you want?”
Xavier placed the book back on the desk and casually slumped onto the sofa. His eyes followed Daisy as she left the room, and a mischievous glint sparkled in them. “Why are your secretaries like you? So cold, all of them,” he mused aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Then, his gaze darkened slightly as he continued, “Is she doing this on purpose, trying to get my attention?”
Weston wasn’t interested in the conversation. He finished signing the document in front of him and stood, preparing to leave. “If you don’t have anything else, please leave.”
He flicked the pen closed with a clean motion and placed it back on the desk, turning toward the door.
“Hey, I’m your uncle! How can you treat me like this?” Xavier called after him, putting on an exaggerated look of mock hurt. “I’m so sad.”
Weston stopped in his tracks, a look of frustration crossing his face. He turned and pushed Xavier away with little effort. “Stay away from me,” he muttered, his voice cold. Weston had always been uncomfortable with physical contact, even with those close to him, like Guinevere. He could manage a polite conversation, but anything beyond that was always rejected.
Those who worked closely with him knew this well, so few ever tried to cross the line. Xavier, however, was the exception. The more Weston tried to distance himself, the more Xavier pushed, seemingly determined to provoke him.
Weston suddenly halted, turning back to Xavier with a calculating look in his eyes. “Looks like you’ve been having fun,” he said, his voice dripping with cold amusement. “I remember you have a fiancée. If you’re bored, I could call her over to entertain you.”
Weston’s words struck a nerve with Xavier. The mention of his fiancée hit a weak spot, and for a moment, his playful demeanor faltered.
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