Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 247

 When Stella opened it, she saw a white dance dress. The fabric felt very expensive, and the cutting was very elegant. She knew it was worth a lot at first glance. Subconsciously, she said, “This is too expensive” “If you don’t take it, I will throw it away!” Yvonne interrupted and said, displeased, “How can everyone accept it but not you?” Stella’s eyes flickered, but she remained silent. During the break, she glanced at the presents the other colleagues received subconsciously. Although all were of very high-quality, it was obvious that hers should be the most expensive one. 

Yvonne seemed to always have an unconcealed preference for her, whether she was Stella or Ella. She always took good care of her. 

Her eyes were watery as she placed the dress Yvonne gave her carefully into her luggage. 

The moment she turned around, her eyes met a pair of eyes which were sizing her up. This was not the first time she had bumped into Joyce at such a time. Joyce looked at her sullenly. “Why are you here?” Stella did not want to bother with her. “I should be asking you, why do you always appear behind me?” 

time? Have you discovered something?” Her eyes flashed with ruthlessness for a moment. Seeing that, Stella frowned and shook off her hand.

“You!” 

said indignantly, “Just mind your own business! Aren’t you just relying on your background and connections? Now that the training institute is going to close down, I’ll see where you can go to show off!” “I don’t have anywhere I could show off at!” Stella was too lazy to explain to this kind of person. “Won’t you become unemployed as well?” “I am different from you. I rely on my capabilities, so I can live anywhere! But you are different. A person like you, who depends on connections, has no place to go after the institute closes down. Oh, wait, I was wrong!” She covered her mouth and sniggered. “You can survive with connections in this era. Perhaps a person

see if she cares about you.” Stella went along with her words. Joyce’s face immediately darkened upon that. “How are

But you seem to hate me very much. I have no grievance with you, but why do you hate me? Or is it possible that you have feelings for me?” “Don’t flatter yourself.” Joyce was

her. Suddenly, she held Joyce’s arms with one

this, and was a bit nervous. “What do

want?” Stella clenched her