If it weren't for Wesley's consent, his men would never dare to talk to Samantha in this way.

Samantha was angry, unwilling, and greatly aggrieved.

But no matter how she felt, Wesley never looked at her again. He just looked at his watch and frowned and had an impatient look.

Samantha wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and got out of the car, feeling very wronged.

The man beside the car door made a "please" gesture and said, "Miss Young, I'll take you to the hotel."

Samantha turned around reluctantly and looked at Wesley in the car with tears in her eyes.

For her father's sake, Wesley would not ignore her, but he would never personally take care of her.

Who would he take care of personally? Yuna? That damn betrayer?

She hated Yuna!

However, no matter how much Samantha hated her, she could only follow the man.

In the car, the driver asked Wesley, "Brother Wesley, where are you going?"

Wesley spat out a word between his thin lips. "Bar."

It was late at night, and the bar was already open for business. Young men and women were busy partying away before the bar counter, in the booths, and on the dance floor.

In such a place, it was easy for people to have an illusion that tomorrow was the end of the world. Everyone wanted to use up all their strength till the last moment.

A few young girls noticed Wesley and were tempted at first glance. They wanted to chat him up, but none of them dared to approach him when they sensed the air of coldness and frigidity around Wesley, and also around the tall and strong subordinates behind him.

Seeing this, one of the subordinates made a joke. "We seem to have stopped Brother Wesley from dating women!"

"Are you stupid?" Another subordinate argued, "It is obvious that Brother Wesley is the one who stops us from dating women!"

If it weren't for Wesley, those young girls would notice them. They were also nice guys!

However, since Wesley was here, all the others had no chance at all.

Wesley suddenly said, "Do you need me to go away and leave the girls to you?"

His voice was completely emotionless, but it still cast a chill over all his subordinates, and they hurriedly shook their heads like rattles.

No matter how bold they were, they would not dare to ask Wesley to go away!

Wesley stopped this casual chit-chat and asked coldly, "Where is Auston?"

"At the private room on the third floor," one of his subordinates said, "just now, Auston's men contacted me, saying that once you arrive, just go directly to the third floor to look for Auston."

When Wesley found Auston, he had two women in his arms at the same time. The woman on the left was feeding him fruit, while he sipped wine from a wine glass held by the woman on his right. He appeared to be enjoying himself and seemed to be a dashing gentleman.

The girls were very observant. When they saw Wesley come in, they immediately got up and walked over. "Come and sit here, handsome! Let's have fun."

Wesley gave Auston a cold look, and the chill in his eyes almost made the air in the room freeze.

Auston tutted, disengaged himself from the girls, and grumbled, "How boring!" He then waved his hand, motioning for the girls to go out.

The girls did not give up. Auston gave them all very chaste kisses. "Be good, girls. I have something to discuss with this gentleman. I'll look for you after I'm done."

"OK."

Only then did the girls go out. There were only Auston and Wesley left in the private room, and it finally quieted down.

Auston poured Wesley a glass of wine and pushed it to him. "As a man, you are not interested in young and beautiful girls. What kind of man are you?"

Wesley ignored Auston's question and asked coldly, "How's the thing I asked you to do?"

Auston raised his cup, with his lips curving upwards slightly. "Don't worry. He's dead."

Wesley's expression did not change much. He took out a medium-sized box and threw it to Auston. "The thing you want."

Auston whistled and caught the box. He did not even open it for inspection, and directly handed it to his subordinate behind him and asked the man to put it away.

Their trust in each other did not need a reason.

Auston put his hands together loosely to form a pyramid and pressed the pyramid against his philtrum, then he looked at Wesley contemplatively.

After a while, Auston suddenly asked, "Mu, you still love Yuna, don't you?"

Wesley frowned and glanced at Auston with displeasure. Probably because he thought the latter was too talkative, he got up and was about to leave.

Auston patted the armrest of the sofa and laughed wildly. "Even if I saw through you, there's no need for you to leave so quickly, right? Others have a guilty conscience about doing wrong things, but you have a guilty conscience about loving a woman?"

Wesley turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Auston. He warned, "You'd better not tell the third person about that matter, understand?"

"Got it!" Auston nodded in agreement and smiled mischievously. "I won't tell Yuna that you killed Watson for her. Also, I won't tell her that you still love her. Don't worry!"

Wesley glared daggers at Auston and said, "You killed Watson."

Auston snorted. Although he was the one who did it, it was a deal between Wesley and him!

Auston suddenly wondered how Yuna would react when she had a chance to know the truth. If Yuna asked Wesley why he did that for her, how would Wesley answer?

Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang. Although the caller ID was not displayed, he knew who it was.

Auston waved his mobile phone at Wesley and said, "Rowdy's call. Do you think I should answer it?"

Wesley said coldly, "Answer it!"

Auston was sure that Wesley would be interested in the details of the phone call. Should he negotiate with Wesley about the requirements to answer the call?

He looked at Wesley, and unexpectedly met Wesley's eyes, which were fixed on him with a death stare. He was so scared that his hand trembled, and the phone was connected.

"This is Rowdy." Rowdy's voice came from the phone. "Is that Mr. Auston?"

"Yes." Auston's voice was instantly emotionless. "Hello, Mr. Kent."

"Hello," Rowdy said with a smile, "I'm sorry that something happened yesterday. I hope to meet you and talk to you in person about the cooperation."

"Well..." Auston was hesitant and looked at Wesley.

Wesley took a pen and wrote down some words on a piece of blank paper. It read,"Say yes."

Seeing those two clear-cut words written down, Auston could not help wondering if Wesley had any insidious plans again.

However, he liked Wesley's sinister plans!

Auston smiled and replied Rowdy, "Yesterday, Miss Xu was attacked, and I felt very sorry about that. I would appreciate it if Mr. Kent wants to make up for that."

"I'm the one who should thank Mr. Auston for giving us a second chance," Rowdy said, "and as for the date and place, it's up to you."

"No problem. I'll send it to your phone later."

After that, Auston hung up the phone and looked at Wesley. "Are you satisfied?"

Wesley looked at Auston appreciatively. "Well done." With that, he left with his men.

It took Auston a long time to realize that Wesley just looked as if he were praising his followers.

He was not Wesley's follower. Damn!

If Wesley treated him like this the next day, he would tell Yuna everything about Wesley. At that time, he wondered what kind of expression would be shown on Wesley's handsome face!

In the Lambert Family's villa in Prime Villas.

Joanne came out of the kitchen with a tray, on which there was a cup of black coffee and a cup of milk. The contrast in color was very obvious.

After entering the study, Joanne placed the coffee beside Brian, and she picked up the milk and took a sip. Finally, she asked, "Is the matter solved?"

Just now, the hotel manager called and said that Samantha was making a scene in the hotel and asking the hotel staff to help her locate Wesley. He could not handle Samantha, so he had to call for help.

Brian called Wesley directly and asked him to deal with Samantha. She wondered what was going on now.

Brian slowly closed the document and put it aside. "Wesley took Samantha away."

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief. "Nice."

"In addition, Wesley sent me a message." Brian looked at Joanne with a very meaningful look.

Joanne suddenly had a bad feeling and forced herself to smile. "Wesley apologized to us? Well, did you tell him that there is no need? We are good friends. It's okay as long as he can take Samantha away..."

Brian handed the phone to Joanne and looked at her leisurely. "Check it yourself."

On his mobile phone screen, there was a message from Wesley. "When did Joanne see me bringing different women to the hotel?"

Joanne was so scared that her hands went limp. She looked at Brian with a tearful face. "What should I do?"

Brian raised his eyebrows. Not only did he not comfort Joanne, but he also threatened her. "Wesley hates it when others slander him."

Joanne was really about to cry and looked at Brian helplessly. "So that's why I'm asking you what I should do."

Brian thought for a moment and said, "Come here. I'll think about it."

Joanne walked over in a daze and Brian pulled her onto his thighs.

She suddenly wondered why Brian needed her to go over before thinking of a solution.

She raised her head and looked at Brian. Before she could speak, Brian's lips had already pressed down on hers. He kissed her repeatedly, while gradually tightening his grip around her waist and moving his hands all over her body.

He played a trick on her!

Joanne moved and wanted to protest, but she suddenly felt something hard against her and then blushed immediately.

Brian blew warm air beside her ear. "Joanne, the more you move, the more serious the consequences will be."

""

While Joanne was in a daze, her cardigan had fallen to the ground, and her silk nightdress had also been pulled off by Brian, revealing the fluid lines of her shoulders. After a while, Brian's kisses covered every inch of her skin.

She was like a cat that was getting a massage and became more and more obedient. Finally, she went completely soft in Brian's arms and whispered, as if begging for something.

"Good girl, it's still early." Brian kissed her forehead. "How about we take our time?"

"Um..." While pestering Brian, Joanne protested.

Brian sighed, picked Joanne up, and put her on the desk...

Joanne covered her face. There would be another place in the house that she could not look at without blushing.