Faye curved her lips: "No need, the ones who should be afraid are not me, but them."
"I’m right here watching you, call me whenever you need."
Oliver gently helped her adjust her hair.
Their eyes met intensely, appearing very affectionate to outsiders.
"Don’t worry, I’m not that weak."
After speaking, she glanced at Xavier: "You guys carry on talking."
Watching her leave, Xavier leaned closer to Oliver.
"What exactly are you playing at?
Such a woman clearly isn’t your type.
You went to the extent of falling out with Hunter Warren over a vase.
Do you think it’s worth it?"
"A vase?" Oliver turned his head towards Xavier with a confident smile: "That’s why you’re not cut out for business, your judgment is off.
Let me tell you, if a woman like Faye is to be called a vase, then she is a delicate jade vase, and a specially commissioned one at that."
Xavier cast a sideways glance at Faye’s retreating figure: "Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?"
"Did you hear? I secured the collaboration with Skyward Group."
"Of course, I intended to congratulate you earlier.
But due to feelings of envy and resentment, I swallowed that congratulations with a melancholy drink."
Xavier raised a glass and handed it to him: "Wasn’t it said before that this project would be hard to win with Warren Group as competition?"
Oliver hinted towards Faye with his chin: "It was the vase you mentioned who helped me secure the deal.
And it wasn’t even through formal negotiations."
As soon as Oliver finished his words, Xavier’s view of Faye significantly changed.
"But now I’m truly puzzled.
What exactly are you trying to do with this woman?
Are you serious, or is it just for business?"
Oliver gave a mysterious smile, gently swirling the wine in his glass.
Xavier lifted his arm and placed it on his shoulder: "You’re being all mysterious with me again.
Fine, it doesn’t matter if you won’t say.
But remember, as a friend, I have to remind you.
Clara absolutely can’t find out about this, otherwise..."
"Alright, alright, enough with the nagging." Oliver gave him a sidelong glance.
Xavier raised his hand: "Okay, okay, I won’t say anymore.
Every time Clara is mentioned, you become .
Look at your expression, others say I’m a gangster thug.
But seeing you, I think I’m much better than you."
Oliver ignored him, looking silent in Faye’s direction.
Most of the crowd turned their gaze to Faye as she approached Hunter Warren and Zenia Yates.
Faye understood clearly, everyone was watching for the drama.
Hunter Warren’s ex-wife and new lover standing together, what an amusing scene.
She steadily stood in front of Hunter Warren, smiling as she looked at him.
Hunter Warren frowned, feeling slightly unsettled inside.
She really took his words as nothing.
Look how she was just now, chatting and laughing with Oliver Turner.
How, is she that desperate for a man?
"Faye..." Zenia called out timidly.
Faye smiled as her eyes fell on Zenia, greeting her: "Zenia."
Zenia’s heart tightened, feeling inexplicably uneasy; Faye’s unusual behavior made her nervous.
What Zenia feared most was Faye’s smile .
Faye then diverted her gaze to Hunter Warren.
"Zenia told me that when you two get married, you wanted me to be the bridesmaid.
As your ex-wife and Zenia’s best friend, I feel this request is genuinely quite overbearing.
So, I can only come to apologize to you both.