Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 150 

The next second. 

The door burst open. 

There was a loud crash as if something heavy had smashed on the ground. The fire extinguisher rolled on the floor before it hit the wall with a clang. Justin gazed around the room, eyes bloodshot and heaving. 

The room was dark. 

Clothes were scattered on the floor. 

Weston sat on the sofa and stared at him without any emotions. 

a large coat sat in his arm, shaking violently. Without thinking, Justin marched forward and commanded, “Give her back to me.” Weston’s hard stare fell on him. “She was always mine.” Both men, refusing to back down,

and quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine and slammed it into Justin’s skull with a sickening crack.

of blood streamed down

to shake off the dizziness, but held on tight,

as he was with Stella when talking to Justin. As his powerful opressive aura enveloped the room, the temperature appeared to drop a few degrees. As he stood before Weston, all the wrath that was exploding inside Justin was suddenly repressed. Weston didn’t even have to be reckless as Justin was- a single stare from him was sufficient to give him the upper hand.

“I warned you.” 

and stopped him. “He’s innocent.

heartbeat quickened when he heard her voice. Although he was certain that the woman was Stella, hearing

compromise,” he