Chapter 69


    Chapter 69


    It seemed that Ste couldn’t get away that easily now. She would have to adapt as best as she could


    Weston was one of thest to get inside the private lounge. It wasn’t that he intended to keep everyone


    waiting, but those people wouldn’t dare to keep him waiting, so everyone hurried inside before he did.


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    The man who had been so bold and vicious in front of her waspletely changed when facing


    Weston. He was now grinning obsequiously as he held out a cigar.


    “Would you like one, Mr. Ford?” he asked. Weston nced at him briefly and took the cigar, holding it


    between his fingers. He then sat down in the middle of the sofa, resting his long arms on the backrest.


    His muscr forearms were on show as the cigar swayed between his fingers. The man smiled when


    he saw that his offering was epted. “Allow me to light it,” he said before pulling out a lighter and


    kneeling in front of Weston. But before he could light the cigar, Weston stared coldly at him and hissed,


    “You?” The man was confused, so he just nodded. Weston smirked and snorted. “You’re spoiling my


    mood,” he told the man He then stretched his bodynguidly, giving off an inexplicably sinister vibe. He


    squinted and focused his gaze on Ste. It was a simple gesture, but the man immediately understood


    Weston’s intentions. “I understand, Mr. Ford!” he said as he stood back up. He turned towards Ste as


    if a mask had fallen off his face. The smile vanished instantly, reced by a severe and condescending


    look. “What are you waiting for?” he barked. “Get over here and light Mr. Ford’s cigar!” Ste’s face got


    paler and paler. She slowly walked toward Weston and stood silently right in front of him.


    “I don’t have a lighter,” she said. It was then that Weston could finally get a good look at her. When he


    heard her voice just now, he thought he must’ve been mistaken, but it turned out that it really was


    Ste.


    He said nothing but gestured towards the man by raising his chin slightly. The man immediately


    understood what he meant and quickly handed Ste his lighter. “Here,” the man said. “You know how


    to use it, don’t you?”


    Ste pursed her lips and took the lighter without showing any emotions. She took a deep breath and


    pushed the metal buckle down with her thumb. A faint blue me emerged.


    Ste reached out her hand towards the cigar to light it, but Weston suddenly withdrew his hand,


    bringing the cigar away from the lighter.


    This caused Ste to look up at Weston. She red straight into his eyes, full of fury.


    But this only amused Weston. He smiled ever so slightly. “So you’re not willing to see me,” he


    whispered in a voice that only the two could hear. “But you’re willing to sell your body?”


    Those words cut through Ste’s heart like a hot knife. She took another deep breath, and her nails


    dug into her flesh as she summoned all her willpower to stay in control of her emotions.


    “I’m only here for an interview,” she exined as calmly as she could. “I have no idea how things


    turned out this way.”


    “Interview?” Weston raised his brows. “I didn’t know you’d need an interview for this type of


    job.”


    He raised Ste’s chin and leaned over so close that his lips lightly brushed against Ste’s ear. “All


    you have to do is strip and lie on the bed, right?” he whispered.


    Ste scowled at him with fire in his eyes.


    Weston only responded by smirking and leaning back against the sofa. His eyes peered down at her


    wantonly as he stretched one arm out towards her. “Light the cigar,” he ordered.