“Thank you for everything you’ve done, Westin.”

Xynthia’s face, however, was ice. She had utter disdain for people treating her this way, and hated them more than everything.

She felt as if they were trying to force her.

This was her very own birthday banquet, no less. She couldn’t be bothered to even pay Westin any respect.

“You should be giving all this to the person you love.”

Xynthia spoke carefully; she was trying not to give Westin any chance to refute.

“I already have someone in my