“That wasn’t what I meant…”
Michael looked at him. “But Mr. Ford, can you deny that? You’re supposed to be considered one of the
decent ones, but even you keep other women. Isn’t Bella from Lowe Gardens one of them?”
“Seems like you took the effort to get to know me,” Weston responded expressionlessly.
“Aside from her, who else did you find?”
Michael was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had spoken too quickly. “It didn’t take much effort on
my part. I simply heard about it from the rumor mill…”
“I see,” Weston picked up Stella’s coffee cup.
Stella was about to tell him that the cup was hers and she had taken a sip from it, but it was too late.
Weston pursed his lips and sipped from the cup.
Stella remembered his mild germaphobia and refusal to share food or drinks with other people and
decided it was best for her to keep silent.
Weston finished the cup and furrowed his brows as he looked at Michael, “The Belfords were right.
You’re very ambitious, and you have your sights set on beyond the Belford family.”
Michael’s face stiffened. “Mr. Ford, do you have existing engagements with my wife’s family?”
“Just ordinary business dealings.”
Weston said casually, “They didn’t tell you about it?”
Michael’s face turned dark as he remained silent.
He knew that Weston was giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Undeniably, Weston had a hold over him in that regard.
“Mr. Ford, are you thinking of sowing discord between the XXX family and me?”
“That’s a tad extreme.”
Weston arched his brow. “As their capable son-in-law, you found success in your career no thanks to
their family influence, and they rode on your coattails. How could I sow discord in your relationship so
easily?”
Michael had to admit that Weston had hit the nail on the head.
But having Weston say out his innermost thoughts put a dent in his confidence.
“Mr. Ford, you’re an outstanding young talent, and everyone in the industry knows about you. It’s as easy
as pie for you to deal with anyone you wish. People like us who have to work doubly hard to get what we
want wouldn’t dare lock horns with you…”
He hated conceding defeat, but he eventually yielded.
Weston chuckled as the corner of his lips lifted in a smile of disdain, “I won’t beat around the bush. In the
future, I don’t want to hear you saying things to my fiancée that will make her troubled.”
He sat up and looked at him with a piercing stare. “If she’s upset, I will be upset, too. When I’m upset,
things will be hell for you.”
Before he left, Michael glanced at Stella, clearly wanting to tell her something.
He smiled bitterly at the sight of Weston’s possessive stance. “I just want to say something quick in
private to her. Mr. Ford, you can’t be that unreasonable, can you?”
He paused for a moment before going on, “What’s more, with you here, you won’t have to worry that I’ll
take advantage of her.”
Weston turned to look at Stella.
Stella glanced at Michael before nodding, “Let me chat with him.”
Weston let her go. “Go on.”
He pinched her nose and said, “I’ll wait for you outside, okay?”
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