Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 42 Guinevere’s gaze landed smugly on the expensive dress that Stella was donning. As if realization dawned upon her, she said, “Yvonne is generous indeed. Her family owns an haute couture production line, and the garments can’t be bought even if one has the money. She is a candid and righteous person, indeed. Making friends with people like her would save one a lot of trouble and bring many benefits.”

Stella’s eves flickered as she turned towards Guinevere and said, “Sorry, but were you trying to hint it was me?”

Guinevere was stunned, not expecting Stella to be so forthcoming.

She recovered from her minor shock and stepped forward suddenly, leaning in closer to Stella. “I’m just casually chatting with you and just made a passing remark on something about Yvonne that I just recalled. I didn’t expect you to wear that hat on yourself.” The smile on her face appeared genuine. “Don’t take to heart what I just said. I wasn’t referring to you. If what I said made you misunderstand, I apologize.” In the face of such criticism, Stella only felt like laughing.

She clenched her fists and released them. “There’s no need for an apology. I just hope you won’t say such misleading things in the future.”

Guinevere’s face turned dark as she sneered and flung Stella’s arm away.

Stella stepped forward, intending to leave, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Ms. Cohen, I’m one who doesn’t like to beat around the bush. After all, I don’t know you, and it’s my first time seeing you. If you have any thoughts or opinions about me, please make them

as to how

brows hitched as she said with surprise, “Why do

was actually implying that Stella wasn’t even fit to

have no idea how much I look like her, the fact that Yvonne keeps talking about her tells me that we really look alike. I have no idea what grudges or back story you share with her, but pardon me, Ms. Cohen. I really don’t know you, and I suggest that you don’t vent the

hasty but not perfunctory, as if she really wanted to draw a clear line between herself and that Stella Sealey of

a pity, though. Having dabbled in the entertainment circle for a good while, Guinevere wasn’t

maintained her proud stature, saying, “I did have some conflict with that lady you resemble, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a grudge. She’s merely a woman overestimating herself in trying to seduce Weston.

into her flesh as pain seared

forced herself to remain calm. She looked on at Guinevere, trying hard to appear curious. “I see.

“What happened to her?”