Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1199

Stella looked away from him.

Three years had passed, but there was one thing about him that remained absolutely the same—he still emanated this undeniably intimidating air that made looking straight into his eyes an arduous affair.

“I’ve brought you some documents about my projects, she said, standing up. “Why don’t you take a look at it?”

She had no desire to keep playing games with him. She had been here long enough.

Weston seemed completely unsurprised. He tapped his fingers on the table and got up to sit back down in his chair.

“Since you’re here to talk business,” he said, looking at her with the shadow of a smile, “then let’s talk with a business attitude. You must’ve done your research before coming here, so I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what to do.”

Stella got up and placed the documents in her hands down in front of him. With a serious and professional tone, she said, “I hope that you would consider working with this tech startup. It’s not easy for a well–known brand from abroad to break into the local market and gain the trust of local companies, but if Ford Corporation takes the lead and be the first company to work with us, then I’m sure that it would make the endeavor much easier.”

She spoke in a completely formal tone without a trace of emotion at all. Even Weston, after hearing her speak, returned to the serious expressions that he wore whenever he was working.

“So these are your company’s project plans?”

time to go through them, I’ll

Since you think it’s fine, then I

added, “This is a big deal, after all. You should probably take your time to look through

tried to leave, but Weston grabbed

say,” she said, losing her patience. “Unless you have anything else to

her skin. “How hard would it normally be for someone to have a meal with me? How much trouble would they have to go through just to meet me for a little while? Do you think you can sit back and relax, now that you’ve thrown your project

and slowly sat up in

else from me, Mr. Ford. Please excuse me for being frank with you, but after hearing all your sweet talk to me, I was under

only managed to make Weston chuckle under his breath. He stroked her hair gently and said, “You know exactly what I want from you,

passed when he finally spoke again. “It’s almost noon

studied his face with great interest but

told her,

arms, leaned back against the chair,

playing an invisible game of tug of war.