Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1183

Weston‘s eyes gradually darkened, and his attention drifted from what the person next to him was saying.

He was distracted until Daisy nudged him as a reminder. Weston glanced at the people in the room and pointed out all the mistakes they had just said.

Daisy froze for a moment. She knew Weston was clearly distracted earlier, but she never expected that he‘d still see through their plans at a glance.

Weston was born to be in the business world. His perceptiveness and insight were very rare and one of the best in the world.

The investors sitting next to Weston heard Weston‘s comments and nodded in agreement. “We weren‘t going to work with such a young principal initially, but your name is just too big.”

One of them casually said, “After this project, we plan to involve ourselves in the entertainment industry. It‘s a profitable time. I heard a movie has the potential to earn over a billion or two at the box office.”

but you‘ll need enough upfront capital to invest,” someone interjected. “Don‘t just look at the movies that make money. There are even more unprofitable movies out there. Some have invested over a billion into it only to lose everything.” “Right?

movies, someone said, “Wasn‘t there a big production movie made three years ago? But that one was lucky and became a hit, except for the actress who

“Ella!”

to stop talking, but the man had been drinking a little and was slow to react. He didn‘t realize the actress Ella was Weston‘s wife, Stella.

“I really liked that actress. She was at a good age. I think she was still very young. At that time, I thought of getting to know her

hand twice hard, but he still did not realize what he had said wrong. He continued talking about Stella with great interest until he felt the strange atmosphere inside the private

very chilly

sober and stuttered, “Mr. Ford ...” The drunken man finally remembered why he had not messed with that little actress in the first place. She was

into silence. Realizing the grave mistake he had just made, he began apologizing profusely. “I am so, so sorry! I drank too much and said the wrong

wine. He felt it was not enough and slapped himself twice. “I‘ve said too

rested his hand on the back of