Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 212

From the outside, it was difficult to believe that such a lowborn place was the birthplace of Musx, a revered and renowned international brand of musical instruments.

Stella wasn’t sure if it was psychological, but as she came in, everything around her seemed so sacred.

From the outside, nothing looked unusual. The building materials were half wood and half cement, devoid of any sense of design. Undoubtedly, it looked a bit nondescript. As they walked through the gate, they saw a few apprentices grinding wood in the yard. Musx’s founder was now an elderly man with a peculiar temper. He accepted apprentices, but he had strict standards, requiring them to complete all of the steps without the assistance of others. So, when anyone entered, their eyes would be feasted on the sight of an army of apprentices doing laborious work The minute Weston and Stella walked in, a woman in a dress came to welcome them. “Mr. Ford, Mr. Kennedy is resting inside. Please follow me.”

She was an older woman, but she maintained her appearance well. Dressed in a white gown that accentuated her hourglass figure, her outfit featured a lotus on the hem, which was adorned with cyan silk thread that looked delicate and elegant. Stella couldn’t help but took a couple more looks at it. Weston didn’t really care about it but seeing that Stella was looking at it so fascinatingly, he held her chin and asked, “How are you looking at a woman so seriously?” “So, you mean that it’s fine if I look at men?” she subconsciously rebutted him.

instantly. “Don’t even

gazing at males, but it seemed the crime of looking at women

focused on another person. Weston couldn’t understand why he was feeling like that. Stella would only affect him when she was around him, but never had he once thought of

her dress and smiled gently at her. “Mr. Kennedy has been interested in dresses lately. He’s even

so beautiful!” Stella gasped in awe. “Mr. Kennedy is just playing around. He can’t compete against the professionals.” The woman seemed to know a

was even a hint of helplessness. “He’s usually like this. His orders from last year have piled up until today. Customers would’ve been pushing him if it weren’t for his image! He has an odd temperament in that he dislikes being pushed, and procrastinates a lot. He’ll be learning how to make leather bags one minute, then outfits the next. He

reached the stage where he was willing