Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 91

Justin did not have the slightest chance against Weston. He had always known that the strong dominated the world. Even so, justice and fairness still prevailed.

Justin was able to navigate between the two and handled it well. Despite that, he felt the overwhelming difference between Weston and him. Weston had defeated him without using his power and money. Instead, he had defeated Justin at his best game. Justin was thoroughly humiliated. He only had one goal in his mind, which was to not let Stella leave with Weston.

Before he could think of a way, the Cullinan had already driven past him with a double flash. He looked at the car and shouted almost immediately, "Ella, don't go with him!" Weston deliberately slowed down. He enjoyed seeing Justin defeated miserably, but he found it boring. He had won so easily that it did not bring him any joy. On the contrary, the woman sitting beside him was far more interesting to him. Stella lowered her eyes and looked at Justin who was filled with resentment. She knew he wanted to help, but that was precisely why she must not drag him into this mess.

Weston was a gentleman scum with no bottom line.

"Justin, don't get involved in my affairs ever again..."

Stella steeled herself and said stiffly, "Please keep your distance in future. Don't stop getting involved in my business as it bothers me a lot." The color on Justin's face changed. A huge sense of helplessness overwhelmed him. "Did he tell you to say that?" Stella shook her head. "These are my own words, Justin. There's no need to be worried over a person like me."

"Ella!" He had to stop her from saying more.

Stella stopped speaking as she knew he understood it.

Weston wound up the car window. Without sparing a glance in Justin's direction, he drove away.

Justin cursed fiercely. He looked at the night sky outside the car window with raging fury in his heart.

Not long after, the sound of the police vehicle's alarm came from a distance. The fire truck soon arrived, followed by the ambulance.

The people in the car hurried down to rescue him.

Justin did not say anything during the whole process. He felt numb and empty after his anger subsided.

Golden Eve Apartment. Weston drove Stella to his place. She was visibly tense when he drove into the lobby of the building Weston found her scared look mildly amusing. He patted her head, "Relax. I'm not going to eat you."

Stella stiffened just as his finger touched her hair and her lips even turned pale. The smile in Weston's eyes quickly faded, leaving nothing but iciness. "Go up," he ordered with no room for negotiation. Stella entered the elevator stiffly and followed him into the room. There was a crisp sound when the door was closed. It sounded like a prison door closing behind her. She did nothing wrong, yet she was sentenced. "There's no need to look so depressed." Weston took off the black trench coat and put it aside. "I won't do anything to you." His words did not help at all. It sounded more hypocritical than ever. "We're adults. If you want to do it, just be direct about it." Stella forced herself to hold on, "When you're done, let me go back. Don't appear in front of me ever again.”

It sounded like she had given up.