Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 713

Hunching his back a little, the man lit a cigarette. Puffs of smoke and an occasional glow could be seen from time to time. 

After a while, a tall figure appeared beside Weston. 

Xavier was pinching a cigarette between his finger. He searched his pockets and looked at Weston. “I forgot to bring a lighter. Can I borrow yours?” 

Weston did not say anything. He flicked away the burnt ash of his cigarette and gave the cigarette directly to him as if he’d lost interest in a smoke. 

Xavier smiled. He did not mind at all. He lit his cigarette with it and threw it into the dustbin. Taking a puff, he exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked at Weston with a smile. He asked, “I remember you have quit smoking for a long time. Why start again?” 

Weston did not say anything. Instead, he leaned against the railing and raised his head slightly. 

His well-sculpted face from his side strangely exuded an exquisite balance that wasn’t superfluous. 

Though he didn’t say anything, Xavier laughed to himself. “I thought you’d be in a good mood.” 

The man finally

with the old man and proved I had no intention to fight for the family fortune, yet he blamed me for

sharpened instantly. “Everything seems to have fallen according to your designs.” Weston chuckled. “Do you think what’s happening is

draw a conclusion either, but he knew

not answer and put his hands

endless dark of the night, leaving people to wonder what he really had

you want to compete in business,

Xavier in his face. “It is just a warning today. If I really want to deal with you, you

back, and his smile turned sour.“ You admitted it. It’s all part

how ghastly Weston could be, so meticulous in his plan

project in the western suburbs as bait. Aren’t you afraid that one of the chains won’t be as

curled his lips, but his eyes were not smiling. Instead, his face was showing confidence that as if everything was under his control. “You said

eyes with both disdain and mockery. “When you are worried about these inconsequential consequences ,

was a long silence

there without

burned to his fingertips, bringing