Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 494

Having a collaboration with Ford Corporation was a privilege few could only dream of. 

The client seemed extremely satisfied. With only some minor details left, he beamed magnanimously. “Sure. Mr. Ford, please go ahead and do what you need to do. It was a pleasure meeting you! 

I look forward to our next collaboration!” 

Daisy was shocked, but she remained composed as she said, “Please come with me.” She glanced at Weston. The original plan was to have a meal with the client, and he had never mentioned canceling it. So why did he suddenly change his mind? For someone on Weston’s level, his schedule was always planned down to the finest detail and seldom changed. Did something happen? She was slightly confused as she headed to the other side of the elevator in the parking garage after sending the client off in their car. That was when she saw Weston walking over to a white car. Daisy stopped dead in her tracks, uncertain if she should follow him. Stella thought she had to wait a little longer, but she saw Weston walking toward her. His black suit made him look even taller and more aggressive than he usually did, and his eyes, dark as night, peered right into her soul. His gaze remained unwavering as it locked squarely on its target. 

His presence had always been overwhelming, especially in formal attire, which gave him an air of authority. He only had to stand there to give off a cold, proud, distant aura. Stella saw him walking toward her, and a thought suddenly came to her mind-liking this man was easy, but to keep doing so was exhausting. 

the bravest adventure seekers who strove to scale the highest mountain in the world couldn’t stay on the snowy peak forever. They would freeze to death.

that never took no for an answer in the heat of passion. However, the same man could be cold as ice and heartless to the core

when a deep voice interrupted her. “Why did

straight into

the door with a

to attention and replied to him, “It was snowing, and I thought of coming over to fetch you. I was free, anyway.’ Her palms were resting on the steering wheel as she turned to look at him.

course, it didn’t mean he approved of her driving over in the harsh winter, but he decided to be nice to her in light of her good

with her tonight. “You drove here on