Stella sneered, “You think too highly of him.” “I beg you, please! If you leave now, I’ll die a terrible death…” Stella remained unmoved and flung her hand away. “That has nothing to do with me.” This was the woman who had mercilessly tossed her under the bus previously. Why should she respond to her pleas? She was about to leave when a male voice said, distinctively displeased. “Why aren’t you accompanying Mr. Ford? Where are you going!” Stella ignored him and hastened her footsteps. The man’s face changed as he stood up with the intention of chasing after her. However, something suddenly came to mind and he threw a glance at Weston. Weston’s tall figure was shrouded in the darkness. His luxurious dress pants wrapped around his long legs, and the subtle light from a lit cigarette flickered at his fingers. He looked so out of place here, yet at the same time, he appeared to be lord over this place. Everyone was under his reign. Seeing Weston stay silent, the man cha

“Whatever for? The session started so long ago, what’s the point of her going right now? To look for trouble?” The person on the other end didn’t even dare to breathe. The secretary hung up, her head throbbing. She eventually decided to contact her own boss. Before she opened her mouth to speak, the man on the other side beat her to it, “Why isn’t the tutor here yet?” The secretary apologized hurriedly, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Smith, the assistant mixed up the ladies and mistook the tutor for Lily. She’s still at Lowe Garden…” “What!” The man leaped to his feet from the couch. Before he could put out the cigarette in his mouth, he yelled, “How did you two screw something so trivial up?” “Mr. Smith, please don’t worry. That tutor…” “Who cares about that tutor! Just tell me: Did you offend anyone? Especially Mr. Ford?” Upon her denial, Mr. Smith heaved a sigh of relief. “Whatever. Just find another tutor for me.” Dance tutors were a dime a dozen. If, however, he was to off

Weston took a sip from the wine glass Stella held to his lips. However, Stella’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt. Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to Weston. He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel and half a devil. Stella immediately put the glass down. “I’m sorry about this.” She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess. Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.” Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt. The positions of the stains were slightly awkward. Stella pulled her hand back instinctively, but Weston held her hand in place forcefully. He led her hand in wiping his shirt, stroke by stroke. He fixed his dark, b

That would have been way better than her state right now, compared to the searing pain that she felt each time she thought of her lost child… Falling asleep was a struggle every night, and when she eventually managed to fall asleep, she would awake in tears each time. What about him? Stella looked coldly at him. “The thing I regret the most in my life is…Mm!” Before she could complete her sentence, her lips were sealed by another. She could only swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue, while what she had spoken were lost between their lips. Weston kissed her hard, his arms circling her waist like bands of steel. He pressed her down on the couch and exerted more pressure with every passing second. Her words were the final straw that broke the camel’s back. He had reached the limits of what he could bear, and all he could do now was to let his overwhelming emotions drown himself out. He wanted to kiss her… He wanted to take her… He wanted to stop her da

It might have been the recollection of the scenes earlier that triggered the effects of the drug in her blood. She opened her eyes wide, which were slightly red and bloodshot, and couldn’t stop her body from shaking involuntarily. Justin could clearly see that something was wrong with Stella as he crouched down before her. “What exactly is going on with you?” Stella shook her head and shut her eyes. She pinched her arms hard to force herself to stay awake, “I’m really sorry. Could you send me to the hospital, please?” … In the dimly lit private room, a moment’s change made the noisy and bustling private room turn deadly silent. No one dared to make a sound as they all looked tentatively at Weston. Ever since Stella left, he thrashed everything within reach in the private room. Beginning with the table right before him, to the wine glass that Stella poured wine into for him, almost everything was smashed mercilessly on the floor. Glass shards were all over the floor.