Joan anxiously looked out of the window. “I wonder if the snow will melt by the end of the workday. We
are far from the city center, and I hope the driver is extra careful…”
Stella, dressed in casual home clothes, curled up on the couch, reading her script.
However, Joan’s words caused her to lift her head and look out the window.
The snow appeared to have stopped falling, but the ice on the road still hadn’t fully melted away.
She pursed her lips. “Joan, help me grab the car keys, please.”
Joan immediately stopped what she was doing, asking, “Ms. Steele, what are you planning? Just let
the driver do his job. It snowed so heavily, and the streets are unsafe.”
“I’ll fetch Weston from work,” Stella replied.
Joan appeared stunned for a moment before a smile spread across her face. “Ms. Steele, I’m sure Mr.
Ford will be delighted to know of your good intentions. But I’m also sure he would prefer you remain
safe in the house.”
Stella pursed her lips again as she thought about the moment Weston paused at her request. She
knew that it was the cause of their recent estrangement.
If she didn’t do something to please him, he might just not agree so willingly the next time she raised
another request.
Hence, she insisted, “I’m worried about his safety, too. Let me fetch him. Don’t worry. I just watched the
news and heard they cleared the snow away. With so many cars on the streets, they would’ve surely
dealt with it.”
She added, “Don’t tell Weston about it. He surely wouldn’t allow me to go. I promise to stay safe on the
road.”
Joan confirmed that what Stella said was true before agreeing with some hesitation. “Ms. Steele,
please stay safe on the road.”
Stella picked a small white car that looked relatively low profile from the parking garage.
Ever since she said that she wanted to drive, Weston had added a car that was suitable for female
drivers and had better safety features.
Although he did not verbally allow her to drive by herself, his actions clarified his stance.
He didn’t like Stella doing something so dangerous, but if she insisted, he would clear the path for her
to do what she wanted.
Stella set off before the evening peak rush hour.
Although the roads weren’t jammed, she took some time because of the slippery and icy conditions.
Thankfully, Weston was held back by a meeting and hadn’t left the building yet.
Stella stopped the car in the Ford Corporation building parking lot and put on her hat and mask as she
waited for Weston to get off work She thought she had to wait for a long time, but she soon saw the
elevator doors open. A bunch of people walked out beside Weston. They were probably Weston’s
clients, and he was still busy talking with them. The client listened attentively to him and would nod
agreeably from time to time. Even amidst a crowd, Weston shone brighter than the others. His looks
turned him into a rose amongst the thorns in the entertainment and, even more, in the business circle,
where he was like a Greek god. Seeing that others were around, Stella stayed in the car. She simply
sat and waited, not wanting anyone to see her.
Weston’s gaze drifted towards her.
Collecting cars and watches had always been the wet dream of many men, but these were simply
playthings in Weston’s eyes.
Having dabbled in motor racing in his younger days, he was a collector of a massive fleet of limited-
edition luxury cars. Now that he had become more mature and stable, these things no longer seemed
attractive to him.
Save for one, though-he had personally selected Stella’s car, a model he found most suitable for her
taste. It was why he could immediately recognize the vehicle in the lot.
“My assistant will explain the subsequent details to you.” Weston stopped in his tracks. The client
paused for a moment. “Mr. Ford, is something the matter?” “I have something urgent to attend to.”
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