C296 The Melon Was Delicious!

"Young Mr. Cruz, care to explain?" Westley casually leaned on the edge of the sofa.

Upon catching Westley's look, Vaden felt a bone-chilling coldness envelop him.

He hemmed and hawed, "Well, I was mostly just talking big. The spokesperson was chosen a while ago."

"Oh? So the spokesperson was preselected?" Westley's smile held a hint of disbelief