Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1050

She used to have a comically whimsical idea that she would carve out her own successful career, then escape Weston Ford’s grasp through the power and reputation she had gained. But now, when she looked back, she could not help but find the notion silly and naive. The power gap between them couldn’t possibly be bridged by her individual efforts alone.

It was the same as what happened after Zachary’s death. She had no way to protect herself or fight against those determined to see her getting convicted as Zachary Ford’s murderer. Even Weston didn’t believe that she didn’t kill the boy. Indeed, he was doing all he could to help her escape punishment, but he never truly thought she was innocent.

Stella was inside a quiet private room of a restaurant, contemplating the words she should say and the best way to tell Diana the truth when the door was suddenly pushed open. The person walking in turned out to be Michael Sealey

“We meet again, Stella.”

Under her surprised gaze, he took a seat right in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” Stella scowled. “Where’s Aunt Diana?”

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“She’s not feeling well,” he replied. “So I came here on her behalf. You can tell me whatever you wanted to tell her.”

turned cold and stony. She

brows and smiled a meaningful smile as if he had expected to see

you don’t have anything to say to me, but I do, in fact, have news to

up the cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip, before

Crash!

slipped through her fingers and smashed on the floor, noisily shattering into

floor was lined with lush green plants , filtering the sunlight through their leaves, and casting faint shadows on the

she say anything. She just stared vacantly at the broken fragments of the coffee cup on the floor, the expression on

Time seemed to be extended indefinitely, flowing implausibly slowly between

One second.

Two seconds.

that Michael wondered if he had pressed a pause

slowly drained from Stella’s face, until, at last, she became deathly pale.

into the room and politely asked in a soft voice, “Pardon my intrusion,

door, and she rushed over to see what was happening.

react at all. She just sat there very still like