Wesley averted his gaze from Blair when he heard the woman questioning him. They continued to walk ahead. As they passed her, Blair heard him say, "Of course, I heard you. What woman are you talking about? You know I wouldn't dare look at other women even when you aren't around."
"Good," she said in a sexy voice. "You've been working so hard for my grandpa these past few days. Why don't you come to my place tonight. I'll give you a nice full-body massage to help you relax."
"Wow, can't wait," Wesley said with a grin.
He sounded tender and meek to a point Blair had never seen him. In the past year, Blair had learnt to hide her true feelings from others as she yearned for him to be by her side.
And she had done well. She had remained calm in all kinds of situations.
However, tonight, she had failed twice already, both because of Wesley.
By the time Blair was back at the table, the glass of Night Temptation was waiting for her.
Some foreigners had joined their party. Sonny was busy making sure everybody were acquainted. When the foreigners saw Blair, their eyes glinted.
She was a beauty.
Sonny shoved Blair from behind her as he said, "This is Cameron, the vice general manager of the headquarters of our company. Please interpret as we talk, Blair."
He had shoved her so hard that she staggered and almost fell. Luckily, Cameron caught her.
She cursed Sonny a million times in her mind and said to Cameron with a polite smile, "Thank you, Cameron." She tried to pull her hand back, but Cameron didn't let go. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you." She wrenched free of his grasp.
Blair was made to sit next to Cameron since she was the interpreter. Soon, she noticed that Wesley was back at his table too.
Their eyes met again. This time, Blair looked away first.
Cameron seized every opportunity to talk to her. At first, the topics were work-related. Then, he started prying about her personal life.
"May I call you Blair?" he asked, flirtatiously.
Blair nodded uncomfortably. "Of course." She swirled the cocktail in her glass, with no intention of drinking it.
"Your name is pretty, just like you. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Blair had been asked this question dozens of times. "No," she answered.
Cameron's eyes lit up. Just as he felt hopeful, she added, "But I do have a husband." She had recently found that this was an effective reply to turn men down.
However, Cameron's response was different from what she had expected. After a brief moment of silence, he asked, "Where is he? Is he in D City?"
"Yes, but he is still at work. We are both very busy." Normally, men would stay a suitable distance from Blair after they found out that she was married.
But Cameron was a peculiar one. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Aren't you lonely?
The strong perfume he was wearing wafted into her nose. The odor and his attitude both made her want to vomit. 'Disgusting!'
She shook her head and replied, "I'm not. We love each other a lot."
"Where is he from?" It seemed that Cameron wasn't going to give up.
Blair looked at Sonny resignedly. 'He said that I was needed here to interpret. Why do I feel like he is being a pimp? He introduced me to Cameron and then left without saying another word!' "My husband is from Y City. Cameron, I'm tired. I should go to my room and rest."
Blair meant to stand up, but Cameron wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight. "Blair, I like you. Why don't we go somewhere else and talk?"
While she was being taken advantage of, the others remained nonchalant. They were used to this kind of thing. The manager who had come to D City with Blair was busy flirting with some guy. And Wesley, who had been at his table a moment ago, was now gone. She had to come up with an idea by herself.
"Sure," she replied with a smile.
They clinked glasses. Blair took two sips and put down her glass. Then she and Cameron left the table together and made their way towards the door. The pig's hand never left her waist.
His chauffeur was waiting for him in the car at the roadside. When he spotted Cameron, he got out of the car quickly and opened the door for him.
Cameron invited Blair to get in first. She quickly stepped away from him and said, "I'm sorry. I just remembered something important. I should go."
Cameron wasn't happy. He asked with a frown, "Are you toying with me?"
"Oh, no! I was recently told that I have a type of STD. I forgot to take my pills again. If it's all right with you, you can drive me to my hotel. After I take my pills, we can go to your place." Blair lazily put her arm in his as she said that.
Shock flashed across Cameron's face when he heard her words. Blair sensed his fear. She stifled her laughter and continued, "It won't take long. We can drop by a drug store for condoms too.
Relax. You won't get infected. None of the guys I have slept with has been infected so far. I think."
Cameron shook off her arm forcefully. But that wasn't enough. He took off his suit jacket and threw it at her, fearing that she might have spread germs on it. "Leave me alone!" he bellowed.
The limo drove off quickly, and the smile on Blair's face faded away, replaced by pure disgust. She threw Cameron's jacket into the bin and turned to look at the club's entrance glowing in the night.
The man she loved was still in there. She had finally met Wesley again, but it was nothing like she had imagined.
She headed for the hotel in a bad mood.
Soon after Cameron's limo had left the club, a black motorcycle cut him off and blocked the way.
Inside the car, Cameron was still worried that he had been infected. When the car came to a sudden halt, his head bumped into the back of the front seat. "Watch it, you idiot!" he cursed.
"I'm sorry, sir. Someone is blocking our way," the chauffeur explained.
Before Cameron could see who was in front of his car, his door was pulled open.
He saw a man in a black cap and casual black clothes. But, he couldn't see his face clearly. Without any dialogue, the man dragged Cameron out of the car.
"What are you doing? Who are you? Argh!"
A fine punch landed on his high nose. It was broken for sure.
"Damn it!" Cameron was tall and bulky. But the man in black overpowered him easily. A few fierce blows in a row and he was at sea.
He realized that he had met a foe who was much stronger than him.
His chauffeur was a trained bodyguard, but after only a couple of moves, he was kissing the ground too, unable to move.
"I'm calling the police!" Cameron squealed, his hands bloody and his face pale as a ghost.