Chapter 357
Chapter 357:
“Gabriela doesn’t belong to you. You are in no position to dictate her choice of companions p>
Observing Wesley’s expression darken further, Stewart experienced a surge of triumphant satisfaction.
He finally grasped the motivation behind Myah’s earlier theatrical performance.
Stewart released a melodious whistle into the night air. “Unless you have pressing business to discuss, I’ll take my leave. Lurking outside Gabriela’s residence like this — particularly for a gentleman of your standing — creates quite the unsavory impression of a stalker p>
Wesley’s laughter emerged cold and sharp, then his hand suddenly pressed against his chest as he called out desperately, “Gabriela p>
Gabriela, who had nearly vanished into her villa, found herself powerless to ignore Wesley’s voice and turned around.
The sight of him clutching his chest transformed her expression into one of pure terror, and she rushed back without hesitation.
Her hands found his arm, steadying him. “What’s happening? Has your heart condition flared up again? Where did you put your medication p>
Wesley’s voice was strained. “Inside the car p>
𝖱e𝘢𝘥 𝗳𝗋o𝗺 у𝗈𝘂𝘳 𝗽𝗁𝗼𝗻e 𝗼ո.с𝗼𝗺
Gabriela sprinted to retrieve the pills, her feet flying across the pavement, before she returned and pressed two tablets into his palm.
After Wesley swallowed the medication, he spoke with careful deliberation. “Given my current state, returning to the Moss Manor seems unwise. I have no desire to alarm Grandma and Miriam with my condition. My apartment would be more suitable p>
Gabriela weighed his words carefully before responding, “I’ll accompany you there p>
The thought of allowing Wesley to face this alone filled her with unbearable anxiety.
Following a heart transplant, the specter of organ rejection haunted every moment, and Wesley’s relentless work schedule — burning through nights like candles — only amplified the danger.
If another attack struck while he was alone…
Gabriela refused to entertain such terrifying possibilities. She wrapped her arm around Wesley’s shoulders, guiding him into the vehicle before sliding in beside him. “Mr. Moss, promise me you’ll prioritize rest and abandon these marathon work sessions p>
Wesley settled into the seat’s embrace, offering a subtle nod before his gaze drifted toward Stewart, who stood frozen.
Stewart observed the entire performance with his mouth agape, stunned into complete silence.
He had always believed Wesley possessed too much refinement and dignity to stoop to such theatrics.
Tonight had shattered every assumption.
Stewart collapsed into his own vehicle, drowning in waves of dejection.
After falling victim to Myah’s cunning strategy, Stewart had attempted to mirror her tactics, only to watch Wesley surpass them both with masterful precision.
Damn it. He wasn’t actually that stupid, was he?
Stewart’s sour disposition persisted through the following dawn, casting shadows across his features even during the morning executive meeting.
Everyone at the Williams Group understood their leader’s occasional vindictive streaks, competitive nature, and collection of peculiar interests — yet beneath these surface quirks lay a fundamentally fair-minded executive.
Never before had they witnessed such blatant displeasure radiating from his every gesture.
As the meeting dissolved, Erik walked over and ventured, “Mr. Williams, is anything wrong with the city plaza project p>
Stewart sank deeper into his chair’s leather depths, his jaw clenched as he voiced the question that had tormented him throughout the sleepless hours.
“Erik, do you think I’m stupid p>
Erik’s eyes widened in bewilderment. “Why would you ask that p>
“Skip the diplomatic dance.” Stewart let out a snort. “Give me the unvarnished truth p>
“Mr. Williams, your attention to detail, executive capabilities, and natural brilliance speak for themselves.” Erik’s assessment carried genuine conviction. “Williams Group’s prosperity under your leadership provides irrefutable evidence p>
Stewart absorbed this validation with visible relief.
Erik proceeded with careful curiosity. “Has someone made inappropriate comments in your presence p>
Stewart launched into a detailed recounting of yesterday’s encounter with Myah’s theatrical manipulation.
“Help me understand this situation — would Gabriela actually accept Myah’s version of events p>
“Whether Gabriela believes Myah’s performance remains unclear to me.” Erik’s expression grew contemplative and serious. “However, you might not recognize a crucial truth — you put too much weight on Gabriela’s opinion p>