While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 An Offer Left Open

​Professor Sterling stood near the open doorway, resting one palm heavily against the wooden frame. His face was tight with cold impatience, and his sharp eyes darted around the room as if he could not stand to spend another second inside.

​"What now?" he asked, his voice filled with annoyance.

​Veyra took a few steps toward him. Her movements were slow, steady, and completely deliberate.

​"You walked in here and listened exclusively to Xiomara’s side of the story," Veyra said, her tone calm but heavy with judgment. "You came all the way here without taking a single moment to find out the actual truth. You barged into Mr. Wynn’s private dinner. You threatened him using your academic connections. You tried to use your authority to push him around and intimidate him."

​Professor Sterling’s jaw tightened instantly. The color began to creep back into his neck.

​"You owe Mr. Wynn a real apology," Veyra said, looking him straight in the eye.

​Professor Sterling’s mouth literally dropped open in shock. "Excuse me?"

​"You heard what I said," Veyra replied, not backing down an inch. "Apologize to Mr. Wynn."

​Professor Sterling’s face flushed a deep, ugly red. "I am most certainly not going to—"

​"Yes, you are," Veyra cut in, her voice flat and unyielding. "You stormed right into his private dining room. You made arrogant demands. You insulted the people sitting at his table. You made empty threats. Honestly, you are lucky he did not just call security and have you physically thrown out onto the street."

​Professor Sterling’s fingers trembled against the doorframe. He glared at her, his voice trembling with cold rage. "I will not lower myself to apologize to a common gang leader."

​Wesley let out a smooth, quiet laugh from his place at the head of the table. "A gang leader?"

​"That is precisely what you are," the professor spat back.

​"I am a legitimate businessman," Wesley said pleasant tone, taking a sip from his glass. "A very successful businessman. And one with very powerful, influential friends."

​Professor Sterling’s red face suddenly drained back to a sickly pale tone.

​Veyra kept her gaze fixed on the older man. "Professor. Apologize."

​Professor Sterling stood completely frozen near the door.

​His cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, and his hands were shaking at his sides. Every single drop of his stubborn academic pride was screaming at him to turn around and walk away without saying a word.

​But deep down, he knew he did not have a choice anymore. He had rushed into this place blindly without checking his facts. He had made loud threats that he could not back up. He had completely ruined his own reputation and made a total fool of himself in front of high-level people.

​He closed his eyes for a second and forced himself to take a deep breath.

​When he opened them, his voice was stiff and completely devoid of warmth. "I apologize. For interrupting your meal. For the threats I made. For all of it."

​Wesley smiled casually from his seat. "Accepted."

​Professor Sterling let out a tight breath and turned around, ready to finally escape the room.

​"Just one more thing before you go," Wesley called out.

​Professor Sterling stopped in his tracks, his posture going rigid.

​Wesley stood up from the table and walked over toward the door. His steps were completely unhurried, and he kept a pleasant, polite expression on his face.

​"Your Ravenwood Society VIP Card card," Wesley said smoothly. "I am going to need that back right now."

​Professor Sterling turned his head slowly, his skin turning paper white. "What?"

​"You heard me clearly," Wesley said, stopping a few feet away. "The VIP membership card. I want it back."

​Professor Sterling’s whole body seemed to shake. "Do you have any idea what that card gives me access to? That card grants me—"

​"It gives you entry into our most exclusive private events," Wesley interrupted softly. "It gives you our protection. It gives you social status among the elite." Wesley’s friendly smile vanished, replaced by a flat, cold look. "And as of this second, I am officially revoking it."

​Professor Sterling gasped, his chest heaving. "You cannot just do that!"

​"I can do whatever I want with my organization, and I am doing it right now," Wesley replied, reaching out an open hand. "The card, please."

​Professor Sterling’s eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for anyone who might jump in and defend him. But nobody said a word. The entire room remained dead silent.

​Defeated, the professor reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. His fingers were shaking so badly he could barely grip the thin plastic.

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