Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 87

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!

his tail from his rearview mirror. He knew that it would be difficult to shake him off and could only step

round, he wasn’t in a hurry to stop Justin’s car, and drove at a leisurely pace as

a narrow, deserted road. He drove at a very high speed, almost like he was in a car race. Stella’s face paled and she could not help but exclaim, “Mr. Hall…” When a man’s

stepped down hard on the accelerator and continued, “Don’t worry. I used to be in car races when I was younger. I’ll help you get rid of him.” It had been a while since he did something so wild. He was already slightly past forty, certainly way past the age of his wild youth. To think that he would still be doing things that only a hot-headed, reckless youth would do, like car racing, just for the sake

it felt

men always pursued exciting and fresh

was no

looked at the Cullinan on his tail and sneered, steering the steering

he thought that he would be able to shake off Weston at the next bend. To his utter surprise, he looked around and