Mr. Ford is Jealous

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?” 

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

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eyes turned cold and stony. She stared at him without

raised his brows and smiled a meaningful smile as if he

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

paused to pick up the cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip, before adding, “Roger is

Crash! 

cup in Stella’s hand slipped through her fingers and smashed on the floor, noisily

floor was lined with lush green plants , filtering the sunlight

stared vacantly at the broken fragments of the coffee cup

seemed to be extended indefinitely, flowing implausibly

One second. 

Two seconds. 

by so slowly that Michael wondered if he had

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

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

from outside the door, and she

all. She just sat there very still like a puppet.