Wesley sighed helplessly and took her phone.

"What's his account number?" he asked.

Blair was taken aback for a second.

"You can find it in the transfer records of the Hilton Bank app."

Wesley copied the bank info, sent it to his phone and wired the money to the guy using his own phone. Then he did something on her phone before giving it back.

Blair didn't see what he did, so she didn't realize he used his own phone to wire the money.

“What were you doing?" she asked curiously.

“I already wired him the money. If that's still not enough, you can wire him some more. He was driving a Mercedes-Benz; it's worth more than a mil. And the cost of repairs should be around 250k. He didn't lie."

"It looks Like he knows everything, ' Blair thought.

"How did you wire him the money?" she asked. ‘He'd need my PIN to do that. But he didn't ask me for it.'

Wesley held her hand and said, “No need to worry about that. Remember to call me first if it happens again."

“Okay.”

Soon, someone came with the food. It was delicious, even tastier than her creations. She guessed that it must have been cooked by some professional chef.

Like always, Blair couldn't finish it. It was Wesley who ate the rest of the food.

After that, it was almost ten in the evening.

Seeing that she was not seriously injured, he offered, “How about I drive you home?"

"Sure!" She really wanted to go home. She didn't Like staying in the hospital. No one did.

Wesley hopped in Niles' car and they drove back to the Eastern Coastal

Apartments.

In the bedroom, Blair plopped onto the bed after taking a shower.

"I'm bushed," she said.

Wesley stood up from the couch, took off his coat and threw it away casually.

"Are you calling it a night?"

"Yeah. What's wrong?" She was confused.

While unbuttoning his shirt, Wesley Looked at her and said, "I'm back, and I've wanted to do this for so Long."