Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1199 

Stella looked away from him. 

Three years had passed, but there was one thing about him that remained absolutely the same—he still emanated this undeniably intimidating air that made looking straight into his eyes an arduous affair. 

“I’ve brought you some documents about my projects, she said, standing up. “Why don’t you take a look at it?” 

She had no desire to keep playing games with him. She had been here long enough. 

” 

Weston seemed completely unsurprised. He tapped his fingers on the table and got up to sit back down in his chair. 

“Since you’re here to talk business,” he said, looking at her with the shadow of a smile, “then let’s talk with a business attitude. You must’ve done your research before coming here, so I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what to do.” 

Stella got up and placed the documents in her hands down in front of him. With a serious and professional tone, she said, “I hope that you would consider working with this tech startup. It’s not easy for a well–known brand from abroad to break into the local market and gain the trust of local companies, but if Ford Corporation takes 

the lead and be the first company to work with us, then I’m sure that it would make the endeavor much easier.” 

in a completely formal tone without a trace of emotion at all. Even Weston, after hearing her speak, returned to the serious expressions that he wore whenever he was working.

“So these are your company’s project

need some time to go through them, I’ll leave you to think about it…”

he interrupted her, putting the document aside. ” Since you think it’s fine, then

With an amused look, she added, “This is a big deal, after all.

and tried to leave, but Weston grabbed her hand to

to say,” she said, losing her patience. “Unless you have anything

and lightly brushed them against her skin. “How hard would it normally be for someone to

think you can sit back

between the lines and slowly sat up

requiring something else from me, Mr. Ford. Please excuse me for being frank with you, but after hearing all

to make Weston chuckle under his breath. He stroked her hair gently and said, “You

long time passed when he finally spoke again. “It’s almost noon now. Will you have lunch

great

pressed his fingers on the point between his brows and told her, “If you give

She folded her arms, leaned back against

was as if they were playing an invisible game of tug