Walmer? Isn't this the chairman's secretary? Weston thinks. Isn't this the man who abducted the chairman's grandson? “You are sacked!” Walmer shouts at Weston. “You are hereby to pay a sum of two thousand dollars to the company for disruption of business and behaving rudely to our highly esteemed customers.”Ivy laughs. She walks closer to Weston and lowers her voice just enough to be heard about the murmuring from the crowd. “Oops. You lost your job and you are now in more debt of two thousand dollars. Is this the way you'd take care of your daughter if she were released to you? Just accept the truth, Weston, you and your daughter are nothing without me.”Weston can't stop himself from laughing. It's funny, isn't it? He's not even a worker here and he is sacked. He should add this experience to his portfolio. It really does describe his charms. “He's even laughing?” He hears one of the people in the crowd asks.“He's out of h

“Fuck you!” Santiago laughs. “Bring it on.” “So, there is this cutie that everyone knows is going out with Coben. Can you date her for a day?” The guy asks.“I'll date her for one week, what you're talking about?” Santiago laughs again.All the guys on the table laugh.“Honestly, San,” the commander says, “don't mind them. Coben is sick, we all know that, and dating his girl is going to land us in real big trouble.”“Talking of trouble, what's Coben up to these days?” Santiago asks. “Nothing, really. I bet the crazy guy is planning his every move. He's still on the lookout for the guy who came to his room on that night,” the commander says. “I heard he promised to give anyone who knows the guy who came to his room that night two million dollars,” a guy in the group chips in.“That's a big catch,” Santiago mutters.“According to what I heard, it was after the guy came to Coben's room that night that C

He checks the call. It's one of the executives in the company he's working for. He checks the time. Damn it. He almost forgot about the meeting he's supposed to attend with them. He hurries out of the room with his laptop, telling Jose he'll be back. Whether Jose heard or not, Weston has no idea. He rushes to the nearest lecture room. There is no one there. He locks the door and sits down. He dials the number since the call has already ended. Later that evening, Weston is outside. Some minutes ago, he ended the meeting with the higher executive of some of the subsidiaries he's managing about the recent update on the companies. “Weston,” Weston hears Lorette’s voice. He raises his head and smiles at her. “What're you doing around here?” He tucks his phone in his pocket. “Nothing.” She shrugs. “I was just strolling.” She isn't about to tell him she's been walking around the male dorm hoping he'd come out because she really do

Coben? Wait a fucking second. She's been set up! She abruptly tries to stand up from the seat but Weston pulls her back on it, holding her firmly. “Where are you going?” He asks, his eyes searching hers, a kind of anxious look on his face. She tries to look away. She shouldn't be having damn stupid thoughts like this at a time like this. “Lorette?” He calls. Like, damn! His voice is even…breathtaking. His voice is so damn sweeping her off this damn planet, throwing her with him inside a new planet that exists for just the two of us. Without thinking, she slowly holds one of his hands. He's looking at her. She can't hold it in anymore, she has to ask him. She has to show him how much her heart is beating for him. She puts his hand on her chest. He looks…shocked? Like damn, whatever that look on his face is, she likes it. She loves it! “You feel it too?” She asks. Can he also feel how fast her heart is beating for him? “You're okay?” A damn stupid fucking rude craz

Weston knows she does look slightly crazy but…insulting her cousin? That's another degree of madness but Weston just doesn't care a damn. “I'd rather you get to the point,” Weston says. She takes a sip from the cup. “I have been thinking about it since the day I met you, and I just can't figure out how a woman in her right frame of mind can separate from you. If I were Ivy, I'd have gotten married to you a long—”“Get to the point, ma'am,” Weston cuts in sharply. She smiles again. “Aren't you going to drink?” “If I wanted to drink, I know who to drink with.” She drops her cup. “To be frank with you, Weston, you are my type of man. You've got the look,” she raises her index finger with long nails. “You've got the brain any sane woman would love,” she adds her middle finger. “You've got the connection that can make half the world tremble at your word. And you're caring.” Now, she's raising four fingers up.“You have t