Chapter <b>331 </b>Whose Dance Do You Want to See?
Willem walked in, dressed in <b>a </b>ck suit. He was apanied by Elena and Ashton, with a line of bodyguards following behind him. The atmosphere immediately turned tense
and oppressive.
Everyone instinctively stood up, as no one failed to recognize William.
Colt was stunned for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “M–Mr. Middleton, what brings you here?
William’s gaze swepto
Lover Emelie, causing her <b>to </b>catch her breath in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to <b>show </b>up.
The cold winter in Weston had William wearing ck leather gloves, which he removed as he spoke calmly. “I heard there was a dance performance here, so I came to see it. Mr. Belly, you don’t mind an uninvited guest, do you?”
“<b>Of </b>course not! Mr. Middleton, do you want to watch the dance <b>too</b>?”
Colt’s thoughts raced. It was an open secret in the industry that William had cklisted Emelie Was he still holding a grudge anding specifically to witness her humiliation?
William replied with an ambiguous smile, “I’ve never seen a dance performed on a dining table. It <b>sounds </b>are interesting.”
Colt turned back to Emelie “Even Mr. Middleton is interested. Ms. Hoven, you have no reason to refuse, right<b>?</b>”
Elena tugged at William’s jacket, looking as if she wanted to plead for Emelie. “William_”
William raised his hand to stop her from speaking.
Emelie’s throat, which had been <b>healed</b>, now felt a little sore again…
<b>She </b><b>looked </b>at William, who was now holding his gloves.
After Ashton ced a chair behind him, he sat down and crossed his legs. Holding his gloves on hisp, he appeared ready to enjoy the show
Justina sneered. “Ms. Hoven, aren’t you <b>going </b>to start?
William chuckled “Did I say I wanted Ms. Hoven to dance?”
Justina freze at his words
Colt was shocked as well. He <b>thought </b>William was here to mock Emelie. He stammered, ‘T–1hen whose dance do you want to see!
Among the <b>nearly </b>ten people at the table, William was the only one sitting. He slightly tilted his head back and swept his gaze over those standing. His presence remainedmanding, undiminished by his lower vantage point.
Instead, everyone he looked at straightened <b>up </b>involuntarily
“We have a vice CEO, <b>a </b>secretary, assistants, and a business manager here, all respectable positions. Naturally, I don’t expect any of you to dance!!
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William wanted Justina to dance.
Emelle pressed her lips together, feeling the pain in her throat lessen.
Colt slowly realized that the rumored deep–seated enmity William bad for Emelie might not be as it seemed. He shivered and sobered uppletely.
Elena’s eyshes fluttered as she interjected, “Do unto others as you would have thers <b>do </b>unto you. Ms. Green, you—
Her words were cut off by William’s cold voice. <b>“</b><b>is </b>my status not enough to get you to dance, Ms. Green?
This was exactly what justina had said to Emelie Williams threw it back at her word for word.
Colt <b>was </b>terrified and quickly pushed Justina forward. “Justina, Mr. Middleton wants to see you dance. Get up there<b>!</b><b>”</b>
Justina, caught off guard<b>, </b>turned pale and grabbed Colt’s arm as if it were a lifeline, “Mr. Reilly, you can’t—”
Colt, fearing William’s wrath, shouted, “Can’t what? it’s all <b>your </b>fault! <b>You </b>couldn’t keep your mouth shut, even with food in your mouth. You had me do this and that. I’m the most respectful of my partners. If it weren’t for you, how could I have offended. Ms. Hoven?”
The Swanson Corporation staff nearly rolled their eyes.
Justina didn’t <b>want </b>toply. Flirting with Colt was her way of “crossing social <b>sses </b>and changing her fate, Dancing on the table would be humiliating. How could she face Anyone afterward?
“Mr. Reilly, you promised that if I stayed with you, you would protect me. You.. Ah!”
Colt pped her hard, without a trace of pity. “Say one more word, and I’ll make sure you can’t stay in Weston!
Emelie watched without any expression. She felt no sympathy for someone who had shown ber malice
Justina had dug her own grave, she dared not defy Color William and had no choice but to shakily climb onto the cable.
One of the assistants couldn’t resist <b>taking </b><b>a </b>few photos of justina crying and awkwardly dancing on the table. She then shared them <b>in </b>a groupchat
No one actually wanted to see Justina dance, of course. She had <b>barely </b>started before she and the table were taken away and reced with a new one. The waiters began serving the food
The dinner resumed, with William now firmly in control of the situation.
Chapter 332 Stealing Him