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“I have no other meaning. Since you said that this is a serious situation, the only method to resolve it is through the legal system. You should comprehend this as a student. If you desire justice, let the law provide you with it!"“Do you think you know the law so well that you can scare me with it?”“Of course, I don’t. But I can get a lawyer.” Stella was driving him to the brink, giving him no time to reflect. “You want justice, right? I’ll give it to you. You can get a lawyer too.”She stopped for a moment before coldly chuckling. "You secretly photographed me and Justin, then used those pictures to construct allegations, slander, rumors, that degrade us. I'll tell the judge about everything!"Jack’s face changed instantly, never expecting things to turn out this way.He wanted to say something, but Stella interrupted him. “As for your suspect valedictorian, we can ask the school to start an investigation. If Robb faked the results, I will be the first to make him quit without

When they were in the corridor, Roger asked her coldly, “Why is Weston here?”Stella’s face dropped. “I don’t know…”“Do you really not know or you’re acting like you don’t know?” Roger interrogated. “Did you go see him?”“I didn’t!” Stella cut him off as she turned emotional.Seeing his stunned expression, she realized that she was a touch out of character. "Let's get lunch," she stated calmly after taking a long breath.Roger was a little worked up at first but slowly calmed down.He didn’t say a word and followed her.He didn't know when it happened, but there was now an invisible boundary between them, one he couldn't cross.Inside the office.Weston stood up and glanced at the person in charge.The man immediately asked, “Mr. Ford, do you want to go somewhere else?”“No.” He looked at the time. “I want to take a look at your cafeteria.”The man was stunned before gaining his senses and smiled immediately. “We’ve arranged for you to dine in a hotel, Mr. Ford.”“Do the

Stella was trembling slightly, fearing that someone would see them.Even though Ben was on the watch, she couldn’t let her guard down.She pressed both hands on the man’s chest, attempting to push him away, but he held her hands and put it behind her.Not only was he kissing her, but he was biting her lips as well.The tangy taste of blood seeped into her tongue as his sharp teeth mashed against her tender lips.Weston finally came to a halt, breathing heavily, and he muttered in her ears, "If I see him touching you again, it will be far worse."“I didn’t let him touch me!” She was breathing heavily as well.“Fine.” With frustration, he cut her off. "Even if it's out of politeness, he's not allowed to touch you."His possessiveness towards her was extraordinary.Even he himself didn’t think that just looking at a picture of Justin holding Stella’s hand was enough to make him have the urge to kill someone.The man's brows twitched. Seeing her pale face, knowing that he might h

Weston Ford took her by the waist. "Ignore him. He has always been that way."Stella Sealey nodded and followed him to the changing room. Though the billiards place didn’t require a strict dress code, Stella had no idea that Weston would bring her along. Since skirts were hard to move around in, she really wasn’t dressed for the occasion. Hence, she asked an attendant for a change of clothes. It was just simple sportswear, but Stella appeared clean and fresh in the white and blue as if she could bring out something different about those clothes.Weston walked up to her then, reaching out to stroke her dangling locks of hair before brushing them behind her head."Which would you prefer?" he asked. Stella did a double-take. "You're helping me with my hair?"Weston did not answer and simply held out a palm at her. Understanding the gesture, Stella put her hair tie on it and sat in front of the dressing mirror, watching as he fiddled with it between his fingers. However, he ended

"Would you not defend your own woman?" Weston Ford asked him in return.Xavier Ford did a double-take and chuckled. "Well, of course, I'm nice to my own ladies. Anyone who’s dated me always ends up grateful they had me. We're men, aren't we? Magnanimity and generosity are our charms, but…" Turning towards Weston in amusement, he asked, "Is your woman like the one I had?"Weston said nothing, watching silently as Stella Sealey finally found the right posture. She practiced repeatedly until she finally learned the technique Weston taught her. His gaze turned distant as if reminiscing some emotion he wanted to keep repressed, but the opposite seemed to be happening instead. "She's not all that different," he admitted. Back at the pool table, Stella had just got her posture right, and she picked up a few balls to test her strikes from a different angle. She focussed, placing all her attention on her cue, and struck—but the distribution of her strike was still a little scattered,