Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 72

Chapter 72

She spoke very softly, but it drew the attention of everyone in the room. The secretary looked over and saw hope amidst her desperation, "Thank you, thank you..." Stella ignored her. She was still struggling within herself. She didn't want to poke her nose into the business of others, but a thought came to mind when she stepped foot out of the room.

Weston was doing this on purpose.

He was deliberately putting up a front before her.

A man like him had no need to get his hands dirty or even verbalize his intentions. A simple look was enough and everyone would fight to do his bidding.

These people were familiar with the inner workings of the marketplace and knew their way around people. They wouldn't go to such extremes to make things ugly. Their sudden impudence was surely associated with Weston himself. Even if she didn't make a move now, there would be more trouble waiting for her down the road.

The mere thought of having to deal with more made her tired.

The men simply stared at her.

His eyes turned as dim as the private room, but Stella could still feel his searing gaze on her.

He fixed his eyes on her like a hunter eyeing his prey.

A moment later, he opened his mouth, "Say it louder." Stella took a deep breath and increased her volume. "Can you let her go?" "Are you talking about her or yourself?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Weston stared at her for a moment and the corner of his lips lifted as he chuckled, "You're finally catching on."

He took a puff of his cigarette as the look in the eyes deepened. "What are you doing so far away froin me?"

Stella clenched her fists and stepped forward.

"Still too far."

She took yet another step and was so close to him that her shoes touched his superior leather shoes.

Stella instinctively wanted to avoid touching him.

She knew that cheap goods would never replace their place on him. When they were still married, she was once excited about taking care of his daily needs and wanted to replace out about all his living habits. Everything that he wore from head to toe was custom-made and extremely expensive. Weston naturally had no clue what was going on in her mind. The sight of her shirking away from him made his brows furrow. "Come over." He said emphatically, "Sit next to me."

Stella acquiesced silently.

Although no one else in the private room dared to stare blatantly at the two of them, they were in fact all watching their every move from the corner of their eyes.

Upon seeing Weston's mood being lifted, they decided to let the secretary go. "Forget it, you're getting boring!" The secretary climbed to her feet and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you sirs. Thank you..." She glanced at Stella and didn't even remember what her name was. She took a deep look at her, nodded solemnly, and exited the room hurriedly. Upon shutting the door behind her, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "The one sent over here was a teacher who was here for an interview! What's the matter? How did things go wrong?"

The person on the other end said anxiously, "I'm so sorry, I got mixed up. I was so busy today and that private room was breathing down my neck. When this teacher came early for her interview, I saw that she was so pretty and thought that she was the woman arranged to be brought into the private room..."

The secretary raised her voice, "You really screwed things up!" The assistant's voice stuttered with fear, "Should I still have that woman head over?"