“I don’t usually drink tea,” Stella stated. “There’s no need for you to waste your good tea on me.”
Warren Ford smiled faintly, but his countenance remained impenetrable.
“It’s just a tea for entertaining guests,” he said. “But I won’t force you if you don’t want to drink it.”
He then sat down in front of her and added, “You must know exactly why I wanted to see you here.”
Stella paused for a moment before nodding.
“It’s about Weston, isn’t it?”
“How long have you been with him?”
“Half a year.”
“Half a year…” Warren paused and fell into contemplation before continuing, “That’s a period of time
that’s neither long nor short. Do you know how long he’s been with Guinevere Cohen?”
Stella pursed her lips and made no reply.
“Don’t be nervous,” Warren laughed. “I just wanted to chat with you, that’s all.”
“Really?” Stella raised her brows. “I thought you brought
me here so you could offer me a pile of money in exchange for leaving Weston.”
She had no doubt that Warren would have such a plan in his mind.
“You’re a smart woman,” Warren put his hand on the desk and drummed his fingers. “I’m sure you
know that no amount of money can compare to the love Weston is pouring onto you right now. He’s
worth more than most people would even dare to imagine.”
“I’ve never cared about his money anyway…” Stella stared vacantly into the distance.
“How shrewd of you. You must know that most wealthy people aren’t that stupid. At the very least,
there has to be one smart person in their family.”
Warren paused to take a sip from his teacup before adding, “Do you think Weston loves you?”
“Probably just a temporary infatuation,” Stella answered bluntly.
“Hmm…” Warren nodded. “Still, you managed to get him infatuated with you. That’s impressive
enough. I must give you credit for that. Now, how much money do you think this infatuation is going to
get you?”
Stella suddenly burst into laughter. Warren had been skirting around the subject for a while now, and
she must admit that he was much more subtle about it than Chris was, but in the end, both of their
motives were one and the same-how much to pay her so she would leave Weston.
“Are you asking me to name my price?” Stella asked Warren.
“No,” he denied. “You’ve misunderstood me. Even if you did name your price and run off with the
money, if Weston really likes you, he would find a way to find you and bring you back anyway.”
Warren understood Weston very well. He had seen this grandson of his grow up before his very eyes.
His attention might’ve been diverted slightly when his youngest son, Xavier, was born, but it had always
been crystal clear to him long ago that Weston was the most deserving heir among his descendants.
Weston had almost single-handedly raised the Ford family up to a level that it had never before been
at. Naturally, he wouldn’t interfere with his grandson’s lifestyle choices so rashly.
But he would never let him walk down the wrong path either.
Warren looked at Stella with a kindly look, but the words that came out of his mouth were anything but
kind.
“If Weston doesn’t want to let go of you,” he said, “it would’ve been pointless even if you wanted to take
the money and leave him.”
Stella clenched her fists. Her expressions soured.
“If you knew that, why bring me here and intimidate me then?”
“I just want to warn you not to get too bold or brazen,” he asserted. He tapped a finger on the desk and
added, ” Mark my words, he will get tired of you one day. It’s just a matter of when. Still, I’m sure that
you have your special capabilities to try to keep him interested in you for as long as you can till you’ve
exhausted all your skills…”
A sardonic smile flashed across his face as he stared at Stella
“What I mean is,” he continued, “I don’t want him to be embroiled in his carnal desire for too long,”
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