Chapter 13. A Lady in a Private Room

A black luxury Audi drove through the road that leads to the most expensive villas in South Yarra. It had been a silent journey from the high-end restaurant.

On the passenger’s seat sat a straight figure who looked distant, lost in thoughts, with his brows furrowed. His attractive thin lips were tightly pressed together. He looked like he was upset, and Andrew, who suddenly had to do the work of a driver, did not dare say a thing to him. If only he knew Wesley was not actually angry because that old man James Johnson had set him up but because of that actress.

No one ever dares to tell him off or behave that way to him. But she had done these. Except for Andrew, and that’s even when they are in brother mode.

Andrew is his most trusted assistant and sometimes his brother.

At first, he felt guilty, thinking he had gone too far with his words, but now, he thought she had trampled on his pride and had to be punished.

She had no right to make him feel guilty