Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 480

She would never mistake that handsome, rugged face of his. He wore a white shirt over his broad shoulders that tapered down to his narrow waist. He looked just like the Olympian deity Apollo as he walked out from the shadows.

It then dawned upon Daisy that for a man like Weston, not standing next to others was a form of mercy. The man before her was someone she should be familiar with, a face she’s seen for countless years. Yet, he was mercilessly overshadowed by Weston.

He looked just like a dancing clown compared to Weston. Daisy had never found him uglier than he was at that moment.

“President Ford, what are you doing here?” She mumbled in a low voice. A nasty look appeared on the man’s face. “Who are you? Don’t be a nosy parker!” He warned as he stepped forward. Daisy stepped back in fear while Weston walked directly towards him and stretched his hand out, “Stand up.” A glint flashed past Daisy’s eyes as she put her hand in his. She pulled on it and stood up. “Thank you, President Ford.”

The man’s face contorted with fury. “Daisy, what do you mean by this! Who is he? Is he your backer now? Come over to me right now!” With that, he charged toward Daisy, looking like he was about to strike her. Daisy instinctively shrunk back and hid behind Weston. She grabbed his sleeve and cried out,“ President Ford…”

right before her. Weston was

behind her, “Oh yes, Weston…” Before he could complete his sentence, he saw the scene before him and

Ten minutes ago.

while Weston went out

a

playboy like him, such entertainment venues were his favorite haunts. He was well-known in the circle for his gallivanting ways and the countless women he surrounded himself with. However, he knew in his heart that it was much easier to obtain news from such venues than navigating the corporate world. The meaningless gossip that women like to share was, in fact, hidden with useful information that many people might not even expect. Chris had never been the useless, good-for-nothing man he portrayed himself to be. Conversely, he had never slacked off on his journey toward fighting for the

with yet another beautiful woman when he saw someone who looked a lot like Weston. When

more interested in who Ella was

never brought people to this place, and he