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.

help but turn around to look. In the bright lamp light, a woman shouted, "You! Yeah you! Do you have a girlfriend?

twitched with

She'd had two glasses of liquor at dinner, and she was still a little tipsy. Then she

the soldiers

need a man. Any man.

whose face had turned red with rage by now,

to her, "Don't be a tease. Go home." Then the soldiers began discussing it

"She's so pretty."

if she likes more

if two or more men like her? How does she decide between us? Do we

"She looks familiar."

it. You think every pretty girl looks the

then, "Ten-hut!" Wesley

As if in a competition, they answered in much louder voices than at the beginning. "Dismissed," Wesley

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

stairs on the other side. They began to

someone. We're all here. Why did she run

it. I saw her face.

heard wedding bells. I was almost married.

a dimly-lit alley, but it dead-ended. She had nowhere else

off and held

What got into you? Flirting with my men

I wanted to. Why do you care? And

think somebody misses me..." Wesley missed her too much. He lowered his head and

smoke a cigarette. When they turned the corner, they