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

liquor at dinner, and she was still a little tipsy. Then she

half of the soldiers

continued in a soft, sweet voice, "I just need a man. Any man.

Wesley, whose face had turned red with rage by

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

"She's so pretty."

more

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

"She looks familiar."

over it. You think every pretty girl looks

"Ten-hut!" Wesley

their sides, chests puffed out. "Yes, sir!" As if in a competition, they answered in much louder voices than at the

was already gone.

was descending the stairs on the other side. They began to talk to each

she needed someone. We're all here.

me about it. I saw her face.

was almost married. It felt like

talking, Wesley tracked Blair down. She ran down a dimly-lit alley, but it

took his cap off

brewery. "I can't believe you! What got into you? Flirting with my men around me?" She found it

happy. I wanted to. Why do you

missed her too much. He lowered his head and kissed

that way to smoke a cigarette. When they turned the corner, they saw it all. "Wait. Is