Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 81 - Bab 90

A service staff walking past the corridor jumped in shock from his sudden movement and immediately plastered herself against the wall, not daring to move an inch. Weston ignored her completely and headed outside in quick, huge strides. He pulled at his collar, but still felt stuffy despite being in the fresh night air. After he left, the people in the private room finally had the freedom to speak their minds. “I was so frightened just now. I’ve never seen Mr. Ford behave as scary as he was just now…” “Having known him for so many years, who knew that someone would have the guts to offend the high and mighty Weston Ford of Ahn City, the man whom everyone must bow down to!” He was like a sleeping lion, a natural king of the jungle, staring down from his lofty and superior position at all the small and insignificant creatures below him fighting and fussing amongst themselves. Someone like him never bothered to blow his top. Not because he had a good temper, but because no one

That was why when everyone saw him enter the room again, they were all struck with fear and no one dared to even breathe, thinking that he had returned to settle scores. He brought a cold, foreboding air around him into the room. “Bring some women over.” He added coldly, “I want women who know how to serve well.” The manager was stunned for a moment, thinking that he must have misheard Weston. This was Lowe Garden, a place chock full of beautiful women. Some even call this a mini version of the entertainment industry, where all sorts of beauties could be found. He wouldn’t have any doubts if it were anyone else who raised such a request. Almost every other significant figure of high society would come here for a good time. They naturally knew who Weston Ford was, and the consumption habits and preferences of most people who came here. However, a man like Weston did not fancy being surrounded by hordes of women. As such, he wouldn’t arrange too many women in drinking and mer

He had no idea what had gotten into him that turned him into a despicable hypocrite at that moment. He handed the bag of medicine over to Stella and said, “The doctor said that it isn’t much of a problem, just some aphrodisiac fragrance. You are highly allergic to such things which was why you had such a huge reaction. Just head home and have a good rest.” Stella nodded and looked at Justin. Despite the fact that his wounds were already treated, it was clear that Weston used a lot of force in that punch. The corner of Justin’s lips was badly swollen and the bloodshot black and blue area looked terrifying. Stella felt guilt wash over her. “I’m very sorry, Mr. Hall, to have created trouble for you.” Even someone as mature and steady as Justin felt somewhat embarrassed at being beaten up so badly by another man in front of a woman he liked. He touched the corner of his lips gently and said nonchalantly, “Only childish people solve problems with violence.” Stella chuckled lig

Justin could tell what was going on in Stella’s mind and his face turned solemn, “Dispel that thought in your mind. I cannot possibly bring myself to hand you over to him. What kind of a man do you take me for? One who would simply hand you over to a man like a plaything?” Perhaps because of how nasty the term “plaything” sounded, Stella remained silent for a long while. Justin did not say anything further. He simply maneuvered the steering wheel and drove the car forward. He didn’t believe Weston would be bold enough to crash his car until it was unable to move. No matter how powerful and daring he was, he had to care about societal opinion and his public reputation! Although Justin’s status in the industry could not be compared to that of Weston’s, he did have his own network. He didn’t believe that Weston was capable of squashing him to death! Justin looked at the Cullinan on his tail from his rearview mirror. He knew that it would be difficult to shake him off and could

He looked coldly at the man stuck in the car, completely not hiding the mocking look in his eyes, “You’ve overestimated your abilities.” With that, he turned around and strode away. Weston carried Stella into the car, who struggled profusely with all her might. “Let me go!” Weston remained unmoving, despite how much she was cursing and hitting him. He had thought through things; So what if Stella was unwilling? As long as he wanted it, there was nothing he couldn’t get his hands on. “Weston Ford, you’re mad! Let me down! You madman!” Humiliating insults flew from Stella’s mouth. She never knew that she was capable of scolding someone so harshly, as if she expanded her lifetime of hatred and disgust on a single person. Weston pressed down on the back of the head and did not react to a single one of her insults, no matter how nasty sounding they were. It was only when Stella’s voice became increasingly hoarse and she was on the verge of angry tears that he finally said,