Chapter 478


    Chapter 478


    It sounded exactly like something out of a cheesy romance novel. Weston’s brows furrowed. “Just like


    that, and you remember him till today?”


    Ste shook her head but nodded after that.


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    “I suppose your first crush will always be the most memorable.”


    Sometimes, one can be touched simply because someone else offered an eraser or a pencil, not to


    mention offering help at a time of loneliness and need. To Ste, she felt like she was brought out of


    the darkness by a man with the face of an angel, and it ended up being a significant, unforgettable


    event in her life. However, the look on Weston’s face told her he had probably forgotten about it. He


    was the man she was talking about Until today, Ste couldn’t figure out what Weston thought when he


    rescued her from her plight. The man in front of her right now would probably never do something if it


    held no benefit for him.


    The atmosphere around them tensed up. Weston had been smoking during this period, and the


    frustration mounting inside gave him the sudden urge to smoke.


    He shouldn’t have been so bothered by such things of the past. Who didn’t have a crush in their


    youth?


    This was especially so for Ste, a woman that could be moved by a mere kind gesture. He had no


    reason to pick on her for something like that.


    After all, she was right by his side now. So why should he be so affected upon hearing her unreserved


    admiration towards another man? He stood up and headed out to the balcony for fresh air and a smoke


    break after informing Ste


    Weston hadn’t smoked for a long time before this. He wasn’t addicted, but he would smoke a cigarette


    or two whenever he was in a bad mood.


    Heter realized that each time he sumbed to his habit, it always had something to do with Ste.


    This woman was indeed capable of affecting his mood.


    At The Doghouse.


    The VIP private rooms were a distance away from the open zone. Straight down from the


    corridor was the smoking area. Weston had just entered the balcony and pulled out his lighter when he


    heard fighting soundsing from one of the private rooms.


    “Let me go. Scram! Run as far away as you can!” Not wanting to get himself involved, he turned to


    leave. Suddenly, he saw the door to the private room kicked open, and a familiar figure flew out and


    copsed on the floor. The woman’s hair was a disheveled mess, and she was crying desperately.


    “Please! I beg of you! Please let me go…”


    That woman was Daisy, his secretary.


    Weston’s brows furrowed, not expecting to bump into her here.


    Standing right before her, was a furious man who had rushed out of the private room. Having no


    intention of helping her up, he pointed to her nose and yelled, “Do you think you can boss me around


    now that you have Ford Corporation’s backing? You think you have a bright future ahead of you, that


    you earn more than I do; therefore, you can look down on me? I’m telling you, Daisy, don’t think that


    you’re all that, just because you returned from overseas! You’ll always be an ugly duckling, so quit


    thinking you’ll turn into a beautiful swan one day and fly away. Even if you do, you’ll eventually have to


    return to where you started!”


    The men yelled his speech nastily, his face contorted with rage.