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.”

eyes turned cold and stony. She stared at

raised his brows and smiled a meaningful smile as if he had expected to see such a reaction from her.

have anything to say to me, but I do, in fact, have news to break to you…”

of coffee in front of him

Crash!

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

green plants , filtering the sunlight through their leaves, and casting faint shadows on the table.

she say anything. She just stared vacantly at the broken

seemed to be extended indefinitely, flowing implausibly slowly between the two of them.

One second.

Two seconds.

by so slowly that Michael wondered if he had

looked on as the blood slowly drained from Stella’s face, until, at last, she became deathly pale. Yet he waited

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

from outside the door, and she rushed over to

She just sat there very still like a puppet.