Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1080

Weston didn‘t ask much of Belle when they were together. At most, he would go to Lowe Garden to meet her once or twice, and even then, he never allowed her to get anywhere near him.

But that was good enough for her. She could still remember how all the other women gawked at her with unmistakable envy in their eyes. Even if she did nothing besides accompany him, Belle would still feel completely satisfied.

Weston was simply the most unforgettable man she had ever been with, and no one came close to being as strikingly handsome , wealthy, mature, and powerful as he was.

She even got a little carried away sometimes, especially when she got to see his body up close. It would be then that she would almost forget the horrifying lesson Guinevere taught her.

She had always been kept on her toes, kept eagerly waiting to see what this man could offer her.

Back at the Golden Eve Apartment, although Guinevere reminded herself that she did not want to appear possessive and jealous, she still could not help herself from sleuthing around Weston‘s movements and whereabouts.

She had expected him to go straight back to Stardust Mansion, but to her surprise, he had gone to a completely different place. Lowe Garden.

on the border between Ahn City and Fern City. They operated a shady business, so this location made it the safest and most convenient for them.

version of a high–end club, a

, so joining the club simply because you had the money was

their members. It was, after all, a place where wealthy men would go to enjoy themselves, so

clenched the phone in her hand tightly.

saw him with my own eyes, Miss Cohen! He

to her

“What woman?!”

had once dreamed about becoming Weston‘s mistress and the one who

Guinevere considered herself to be

impossible that she wasn‘t at least bothered by that woman‘s existence.

Guinevere was also certain that no one else ever loved Weston as much as she did. She

an eye on her,” she ordered. “Check the woman‘s background. Make sure Weston knows nothing about this.”

“Yes, Miss Cohen…”