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.”

so?” The man finally

deliberately showed goodwill with the old man and proved I had

and his gaze sharpened instantly. “Everything seems to have fallen according to your designs.” Weston chuckled. “Do you think what’s happening is in my best

did not dare to draw a conclusion either, but he knew that he was a bit gullible. “Are you serious with

put

of the night, leaving people to wonder what

that he replied. “If you want to compete in business, I shall play with you until the end,

face. “It is just a warning today.

You admitted it. It’s all part of your plan, including the cancellation of the

so meticulous in his plan that he

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

face was showing confidence that as if

looked into Xavier’s eyes with both disdain and mockery. “When you are worried about these inconsequential consequences , I

was a long silence on

Xavier was standing there without

to his fingertips, bringing him a twinge of