In the dim light of the downtown bar, Wesley watched as Jeffrey stormed back in, almost as if he'd done a full 180. Wesley couldn't help but smirk, thinking maybe Jeffrey had seen reason after all. "Mr. Turner? Had a change of heart, did you? Realized I was right all along?"

"Right my ass!"

Jeffrey didn't waste a moment, grabbing Wesley by the collar with a fury that seemed almost primal. "Who? Who the hell picked up my phone without asking?!"

His anger was palpable, and the two women sitting next to Wesley were too petrified to utter a single word.

"Mr. Turner! It was just a phone call, what's the big deal? Did your lady get the wrong idea or something? No worries! I'll explain it to her!"

Before Wesley could even finish his sentence, Jeffrey's fist connected with his face in a solid punch!

"Don't play dumb with me!"

Jeffrey's grip on Wesley's collar was suffocating, almost to the point of strangulation.

intervened, pulling Jeffrey away,

Wesley's anger flared up. "I invited you out for drinks because you seemed off! Said you wouldn't touch another woman, so I took care

mouth, or I swear I'll end

Turner!

up the fight. Having these two at each other's throats was bad for business. "Let's cool it, gentlemen!

"No need, get lost."

back, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on

hope

that, Jeffrey stormed out of the

mouthful of

backing him in Eldorria City? With Everett he'd be no better off than me. What's he got to be so Wesley had his reasons

the scene meant their relationship had cooled. Asking for favors, like getting an introduction to Everett,

that with his own charm and networking skills, he could outdo Jeffrey in winning Everett's

a penchant for violence? Setting up the phone call

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