True Love Waits

Chapter 688 Anyone

Wesley wasn't worried when Cameron threatened to call the police. He pulled his cap lower and lit a cigarette. Leaning on the car, playing with his lighter, he began, "You're the assistant general manager of Width Group. You're 32 now. Three years ago you came to this city and rose to that position rather quickly. I wonder why? Bribery? Corruption? Money laundering?"

The soldier shocked Cameron with this line of questioning. Cameron stared at Wesley warily. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is you touched my woman!" He grabbed Cameron's arm, which had been wrapped around Blair's waist, and forced it onto the hood of the car. Then, he put his cigarette out on the man's trapped limb. He held it there long enough that the smell of cooked meat reached their nostrils.

"Argh!" Cameron screamed. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, ran down his face. "Who-who are you?" he stammered.

"Listen up. I'm Blair's husband. You mess with her again and I'll make sure you'll not only lose your job, but they'll kick you out of the country. Try me," Wesley warned.

He threw the cigarette butt into the trash bin, put the lighter back into his pocket, hopped onto the motorcycle and drove off.

When he reached the assembly place, the soldiers were already waiting for him in orderly lines.

The site was below a footbridge. The other soldiers' involvement was minimal, so it wasn't a big deal if other people saw them. Wesley, on the other hand, was in command.

So he was in plain clothes. A uniform would have outed him.

"Ten-hut!" he ordered, his voice traveling to the footbridge.

By sheer coincidence, Blair was walking along the bridge, trying to feel better. When she heard his voice, she looked in the direction it came from. All she saw were soldiers, and a man in a cap. Was that her Wesley?

When he spoke again, she was sure it was him!

To be safe, he couldn't stay there long, so after giving his orders, he asked, "Anything else?"

"Me! I have a question!" a silvery voice suddenly said from the footbridge.

look. In the bright lamp light, a woman shouted, "You! Yeah

twitched with

She'd had two glasses of liquor at dinner, and she was still a little tipsy. Then she said something she'd never say sober. "I want to get married. Anyone? You don't need to

half of the soldiers were looking her

a soft, sweet voice, "I just need a man. Any man. Anyone want to be my

Wesley, whose face had turned red with rage by now, was

her, "Don't be a tease. Go home." Then

"She's so pretty."

more than one of

her? How does she decide between us? Do we fight for her?" "How could she

"She looks familiar."

over it. You think every pretty girl looks

then, "Ten-hut!" Wesley

"Yes, sir!" As if in a competition,

at the footbridge again, but the young girl was already gone. More than a few rushed up there but saw no sign of

saw she was descending the stairs on

all

I saw her face. She's

I was almost married. It felt

a dimly-lit

his cap off and held her

She smelled like a brewery. "I can't believe you! What got into you?

I wanted to. Why do you care? And who do

think somebody misses me..." Wesley missed her too much. He

didn't know was that two soldiers wandered that way to smoke a cigarette. When they turned the corner, they