"Okay, I see." Blair talked with Wesley for a while longer before hanging up.
The next day, gan showed up at their apartnt with her luggage. When Blair ca back ho from work, the girl was already inside sitting idly on the couch, watching TV.
She didn't even say hi. Instead, she took out her phone and loaded up a ga as if Blair wasn't even there.
Blair changed into her slippers, turned off the TV and asked gan coldly, "So, it's just you and . Why did you ask Wesley if you could move in?"
gan raised her head and smirked. "No reason. I just want you to know that Wesley cares about . He never turns down. Observe." She gestured at the room.
Blair found her ridiculous. "Seriously? What do you think will happen? Aren't you afraid that I'll sneak in your room and kill you in the middle of the night?"
gan cast her a wary glance. "Damn, you're violent. Wesley told you weren't very girly."
"Coming from you, I'll take that as a complint. I have no reason to hold back around you. And just so you know, Debbie already knew Mr. Huo was alive; she's back, and has beco quite the pop star. Rich, powerful...I'd think twice before ssing with her."
Everyone knew Debbie returned to Y City. The city was abuzz with gossip about it.
Carlos wouldn't let a thing like amnesia or a car accident keep him down. He was back to work, the current general manager of ZL Group. Only problem was, he didn't rember Debbie. Stephanie was the woman on his arm. Debbie was trying everything in her power to win him back.
Of course, gan knew about it, too. She bit her lower lip to hold back an angry retort. "Thanks for the info, but it's none of your business. Debbie won't lay a finger on . Carlos can't rember anyone, not even Debbie. But he rembers . Besides, Wesley's taking care of . I don't care who hates . You, Debbie. Wesley won't let you guys hurt ."
Blair sneered, "We'll see about that."
Afterwards, Blair hadn't said another word to gan during her stay in their apartnt. The drama queen had deliberately made a ss of the place to piss off Blair, but the young translato
tuck her gently into bed. He treated gan so tenderly, as if she were a fragile glass doll. Blair was livid.
When Wesley was just about to walk away, gan suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed, "Didn't you and Uncle Carlos take care of those guys? Why are the thugs still after ? Who told them where I live? Help ! I'm scared. Boo...hoo..."
Wesley furrowed his brows deeply. He pried her hands away and tried to keep his distance. He stood by the edge of the bed and explained, "Those gangsters were part of larger cri families. Don't worry. I'll handle it. I'm also trying to figure out how they found you. You can rest here and be safe."
"But... I want to go back to Y City with you. How about I move in with you? Only you can help feel safe."
Wesley was baffled. "You're better off here. I have to go to work, so I can't be around you all the ti. Trust , this is better."
"It doesn't matter. I'll stay in your apartnt. Just bring food every day, and that's enough. Or are you worried that Aunt Blair won't like it? I'll ask her myself. Is that okay? If she says no, then... Ahem..." She coughed again, struggling to breathe.
Wesley cald her down. "Don't get all worked up, now. Blair has nothing to do with this."
gan steadied her breath and emotions before speaking again. "But Blair told that Debbie was back and both of them hate . I'm really scared of them..."
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