Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1317

What was the point of letting her know all those things after she had suffered so much pain and suffering at his hands?

Right now, she had no desire to love anyone or to even approach this painful emotion.

She had been through too much excruciating pain in the past, losing her first child and even almost losing her own life.

Stella was not sure if she could trust anything Weston

Ford said anymore. Perhaps it was best to just go with the flow and let nature take its course.

She was just too exhausted to think of these things now.

Yvonne had agreed to meet up with Stella at the shopping mall later that evening, but because Stella had just

there a little earlier

changed course and opened a new mall in Fern City with her family’s financial backing. Surprisingly adept in managing the business, the mall became successful in no time, enough for

was so she could see her

hat, she spotted the stage from a distance. Although she was not that well–known in Ahn City, she still took no chances in case someone might

way as if something interesting was happening. She turned around to see a grand piano on the stage. This piqued her interest. She stopped there, eager to see what kind of performance

stage was a tiny dressing room. The door to the room was closed, but it was not

was sitting there while a makeup artist was frantically doing her

earth would they send me to such a cheap place?” she grumbled with discontent. “I’m too good to be performing here!”

performances at a variety

when she returned from Snow Mountain, her management company had warned her to watch her behavior, and since then, she did actually listen to them and calmed her antics. Hence, she obediently decided to come here after being ordered to. After the cutting of the

and treated the job as a sort of extra–curricular activity. The truth, however, was that she was never that good at playing the piano in the first place.

as a musically talented entertainer, but it was all just marketing, and Nicole was often sent to classes to brush up on her skills at the last minute. She only needed to appear talented

even if she’d be criticized for her lack of talent, they could always remedy that by running a

organizer was now rushing her to get on stage. Reluctantly, she dragged