Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 954

Chapter 954

Stella closed her eyes, and her hands quivered. A sudden gust of cold breeze blew past her from the front yard, clearing her cluttering mind.

"I'm not a criminal, Weston.

You can't keep me locked inside the house..." "But you promised me yourself," Weston argued, his voice piercingly cold.

"You promised me, Stella, that no matter how I punish you, you would accept it all." He then laughed in atone filled with biting derision.

"And yet, you won't let me make love to you, you won't let me capture the man who did me wrong, and you won't let me lock you up either!So is it me who's punishing you, or is it you who's punishing me now, hmm?" Stella took a deep breath.

Without saying a word, she hung up the phone, glanced at the bodyguards outside, turned around, and went back to her room.

Meanwhile, in the Ford Corporation CEO's office, Ben stood aside as Weston spoke on the phone.

Having heard everything, he felt so awkward he didn't know where to look.

Weston exuded a cold air as he stared into the dark empty screen on his phone.

He tossed it aside, making it crash loudly onto the table.

"Mr.Ford..." Ben was almost quivering.

"What is it?!" Weston barked, giving Ben a cursory glance.

"There was a message from the Cohen family..." Ben paused when he saw the deep frown on Weston's face before hastily adding, "But it has nothing todo with Miss Guinevere Cohen! It's from her grandfather, Mr. Frederick Cohen. He expressed his wish to see the younger members of his family because he hasn't been out for a long time."

Weston couldn't quite make out Frederick Cohen's plans, but the truth remained that the older-generation Fords and Cohens were especially close, so close that when it came down to his generation, everyone wished to see Weston and Guinevere get married.

It would finally consolidate the two great families.

Unfortunately, the relationship between Guinevere and Weston proved to be a disaster.

News of one scandal after another spread among the public, putting the two families in an awkward and humiliating position.

Nonetheless, the two families were still bound to each other by inextricably linked business ties.

A host of interests also made it impossible for them to cut each other off completely.

"Get my latest schedule from the secretary."

"Yes, Mr.Ford."

Ben immediately rushed out of the office, clearly knowing that Weston was in a rotten mood. He wouldn't want to be in the line of fire and become collateral damage.

No matter what happened, Zachary Ford was still the youngest member of the Cohen family, and Frederick Cohen's request to see him was nothing out of the ordinary.

There would be no reason to refuse him.

Hence, Weston headed to the Ford Mansion to pick Zack up.

Zack was only about one year old. He was inseparable from Wendy, clinging onto her wherever she went.

Hearing that Weston was coming to pick him up, Wendy dressed the boy in a smart suit and styled his hair with gel. He turned out looking like a handsome little man. "Now, be a good boy and go with your father, okay?" Wendy told him.

"Your great-grandfather wants to see you." Zack, however, gripped Wendy's arms tighter and began to grumble.

"Granny... Granny......"

"Come over here," Weston demanded coldly with a frown.

"No!" Zack quickly hid behind Wendy, visibly afraid of Weston.

"No..." "Don't be so harsh on him!" Wendy glared at her son.

"He'll be scared of you!"

"Why don't you just come along with us?" Westonsuggested impatiently.

"No way!" Wendy refused.

"I don't want to see the Cohens! This has been all your doing! There's no reason why I should show my face there!"

After all, it could be said that the only reason the Fords and the Cohens were at odds with each other was Stella Sealey.

When it came to great families like theirs, disputes were not solved by determining the rights or wrongs, but by determining the one with the higher status.

Regardless of the true reason, Weston would always be seen as the one who hurt Guinevere.

As for whatever Guinevere might have done to Stella, it was deemed completely irrelevant. It was Stella's own fault for not being from a wealthy and powerful family.. "Where's Dad?" Weston asked, looking around the house.

Wendy's expression turned sour as soon as Chris was mentioned.