The door was pushed open with a bang, and a group of people in black barged in. One of the men saw Viola collapse on the bar counter, and his face turned dark instantly.
"Viola!"
"Wesley?" Brittany didn't expect Wesley to show up. She instinctively wanted to protect Viola but was stopped by a bodyguard, "Ms. Dustin, I wouldn't if I were you."
The bodyguard was a hulk, and Brittany was no match for him. She could only watch helplessly as Wesley picked up Viola.
"Wesley, what are you trying to pull? You and Viola are over."
What's Wesley up to?
She was already married, and he was still clinging? If Bruce found out, it would have been trouble.
"Brittany?" It was as if Wesley had just noticed her. He snorted, "You and Viola being chummy, I don't mind. But don't meddle, or I won't hold back."
"Wesley, she's married now." Brittany tried to reason with him, "You're playing the third wheel; it's not right."
"So what?" Wesley sneered, "If I want to do something, I'll do it."
Carrying Viola, he left.
Brittany shook off the bodyguard and tried to follow.
"Brittany, you wouldn't want Zac on your tail, would you?" Wesley halted, looked back at Brittany with a cold gaze, and said, "Believe it or not, one phone call and you won't fare any better than her."
Brittany's heart skipped a beat. She glared at Wesley. They used to be partners, and he had never talked to her like that.
What was he up to?
Missed Viola after the breakup? What was he doing before then?
Worried, Brittany couldn't help herself.
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