Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 798 Everyone instantly fell silent. Nobody argued with Daisy. They used to discuss all these things with her in the past, but things were different now. 

Daisy was now Xavier Ford’s girlfriend, after all. 

Daisy herself seemed to have changed–she gave off the impression that she held the same position as the company‘s second–in–command, Wendy Ford. 

As time went by, the other employees in the secretarial office no longer regarded her as a colleague but as one of their bosses. Unsurprisingly, as soon as she appeared, the others immediately clammed up and scattered back to their respective offices. 

Alone, Daisy strode towards the sink and splashed water onto her face. She let out a long sigh, her face echoing the knotted frustrations she was feeling. 

As Xavier‘s girlfriend , she was fully aware that Weston had indeed broken up with Guinevere Cohen. Still, she just felt inexplicably... embittered. 

She had always presumed that no matter how much Weston liked Ella, he would never break up with Guinevere Cohen because the difference in their social standing was just too immense to ignore. After all, men never prioritized love and romance the way women did – 

they always separated the emotional matters from the matters of benefits and interests. Daisy had always been sure that no matter how much Weston loved Ella, he would never do anything that would bring more harm than benefits to himself. 

would do such a thing as breaking his engagement to Guinevere Cohen, thus spoiling his relationship with the great Cohen family, just

that she herself had a

She had never liked drinking coffee. She hated its bitter taste. Yet, the more she tried it, the more she warmed up to it. She could even drink a cup of black coffee without any complaints

happened between you

from her coffee and put the cup down on the saucer.

her to be capable of doing such

known by the public because the Cohen family had aggressively suppressed the

well who had ordered the kidnapping of Ella

as if she no longer minded it, but Wendy could sense that there

she asked, wishing to

treating me well.”

Wendy replied. “To tell you the truth, I actually like you more than

doesn‘t really mean anything in the greater scheme of things. If only you could really join the Ford family, that would be great,

nothing. She picked up her cup and sipped her