Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1200

As soon as Stella finished her sentence, Daisy, who was standing beside Weston, frowned and glanced at Stella with a look of displeasure.

But Weston, on the other hand, seemed to be concealing a smile as he turned to Stella and asked, “Are you getting jealous?”

The smile on Stella’s face was even more obvious, though it was unclear if it was sarcasm or contempt.

“If that’s what you think, Mr. Ford, then I just can’t help it.”

She brushed her hand lightly against his armrest, almost as delicately as the way dragonflies skimmed above the water’s surface.

Weston glanced at her. With just the lightest touch, she already had him wrapped around her fingers.

He knew that she did that on purpose. He also knew that she was only weaving a web and was waiting for him to walk into it and get caught in her trap.

Nevertheless, he gladly headed right into her trap without any hesitation at all, like a moth that flew into the fire.

Stella had no need to bother herself with all of this. All she had to do was say a few words and shed a tear or two,

swept a glance

she frowned. “I don’t think these

a strict set of rules before a document could be signed, and they had always adhered to this process no matter what. Even the orders that she received last night

with her unreviewed project plans. How could she get Weston’s signatures just like

quickly realized that she had overstepped

secretary. Her job was to assist him

Stella commented, “Your company really is extraordinary, Mr. Ford, because it seems your secretary makes

soured instantly. “No matter what, Mr. Ford will always have the final say here. I was only reminding him of

tone was a little too harsh. Based on how important Stella was

with a much gentler tone, she hurriedly added in an apologetic tone. “I’m really sorry for my attitude, but my only intention was to give Mr. Ford a

Daisy’s principled and righteous act incredibly amusing. With her eyes showing no emotion at all,

is an admirably capable secretary,” she said. But it pains me to say that her coffee–making skills are nowhere as

on his own cup of coffee, and he soon understood what Stella was trying to imply. Without