Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1317

What was the point of letting her know all those things after she had suffered so much pain and suffering at his hands?

Right now, she had no desire to love anyone or to even approach this painful emotion.

She had been through too much excruciating pain in the past, losing her first child and even almost losing her own life.

Stella was not sure if she could trust anything Weston

Ford said anymore. Perhaps it was best to just go with the flow and let nature take its course.

She was just too exhausted to think of these things now.

Yvonne had agreed to meet up with Stella at the shopping mall later that evening, but because Stella had just regained her sight, she decided to be there a little earlier to look around.

up on her training center, Yvonne changed course and opened a new mall in Fern City with her family’s financial backing. Surprisingly adept in managing the business, the mall became successful in no time, enough for her

the main reasons Stella wanted to come earlier was so she could see her friend’s achievements with her own

that there was an event going on here today. Wearing a mask and hat, she spotted the stage from a distance. Although she was not that well–known in Ahn City, she still took no chances in case someone might

another direction, but then the place was gradually crowding up. Crowds of people had suddenly headed her way as if something interesting was happening. She turned around to see a grand piano on the stage. This piqued her interest. She

but it was not enough to mask the noise of

a makeup

place?” she grumbled with discontent. “I’m too good to be performing here!”

a minor celebrity, her management company had often assigned her to performances at a variety of events, but she would always complain that they were beneath

since then, she did actually listen to them and calmed her antics. Hence, she obediently decided to come here after being ordered

about the event’s organizer. She believed it might have something to do with a piano shop and treated the job as a sort of extra–curricular activity. The truth, however, was that she was never that good at playing the piano in the first

musically talented entertainer, but it was all just marketing, and Nicole was often sent to classes to brush up on her skills at

most important thing was to get her famous first, and even if she’d be criticized for

stage. Reluctantly, she dragged her feet out of the dressing room and out into the