Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 150 

The next second. 

The door burst open. 

There was a loud crash as if something heavy had smashed on the ground. The fire extinguisher rolled on the floor before it hit the wall with a clang. Justin gazed around the room, eyes bloodshot and heaving. 

The room was dark. 

Clothes were scattered on the floor. 

sofa and stared at him without any

shaking violently. Without thinking, Justin marched forward and commanded, “Give her back to me.” Weston’s hard stare fell on him. “She was always mine.” Both men, refusing to back down, went head-on. Justin’s patience ran out as he took a step forward and attempted to

ducked and quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine and slammed it into

streak of blood streamed

he didn’t seem to notice. The blood trickled down and covered his left eye. He moved his head slightly to shake off the dizziness, but held on tight, not allowing himself to fall. “Don’t you see she’s crying? Why are you forcing her to be with you when she doesn’t

degrees. As he stood before Weston, all

“I warned you.” 

up and stopped him. “He’s innocent. Don’t drag him into

that the woman was Stella, hearing her voice confirmed everything. This further increased the effect on him.

compromise,” he

in his voice. It was as if he was transported back to the day of the drifting incident when he was trapped in the vehicle and could only watch Stella being hauled away. “I will find ways to fight