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. 

me.” Weston’s hard stare fell on him. “She was always mine.” Both men, refusing to back down, went head-on. Justin’s patience ran out as he took a step forward and attempted to forcefully pull

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

streak of blood streamed

the dizziness, but held on tight, not allowing himself to fall. “Don’t you see she’s crying? Why are you forcing her to be with you when she

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

“I warned you.” 

and stopped him. “He’s innocent. Don’t drag

that the woman was Stella, hearing her voice confirmed everything. This

he said.