NovelAppChapter 480
she would never mistake that handsome, rugged face of his.
He wore a white shirt over his broad shoulders that tapered down to his narrow waist. He looked just
like the Olympian deity Apollo as he walked out from the shadows.
It then dawned upon Daisy that for a man like Weston, not standing next to others was a form of mercy.
The man before her was someone she should be familiar with, a face she’s seen for countless years.
Yet, he was mercilessly overshadowed by Weston.
He looked just like a dancing clown compared to Weston.
Daisy had never found him uglier than he was at that moment.
“President Ford, what are you doing here?”
She mumbled in a low voice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA nasty look appeared on the man’s face, “who are you? Don’t be a nosy parker! ”
He warned as he stepped forward.
Daisy stepped back in fear while Weston walked directly towards him and stretched his hand out, “
Stand up.”
A glint flashed past Daisy’s eyes as she put her hand in his. She pulled on it and stood up.
“Thankyou, President Ford.”
The man’s face contorted with fury. “Daisy, what do you mean by this! Who is he? Is he your backer
now? Come over to me right now! ”
With that, he charged toward Daisy, looking like he was about to strike her.
Daisy instinctively shrunk back and hid behind Weston. She grabbed his sleeve and cried out, “
President Ford...”
Even her voice was shaking.
Coincidentally, Stella walked out of the private room and saw the scene right before her.
Weston was playing the part of a hero saving a damsel in distress as he stood right before another
woman.
Chris walked out of the private room right behind her, “Oh yes, Weston...”
Before he could complete his sentence, he saw the scene before him and halted in his footsteps.
Ten minutes ago.
Stella remained in the private room while Weston went out for some fresh air.
The Dog House was a place that Chris frequented.
For a playboy like him, such entertainment venues were his favorite haunts.
He was well-known in the circle for his gallivanting ways and the countless women he surrounded
himself with. However, he knew in his heart that it was much easier to obtain news from such venues
than navigating the corporate world.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe meaningless gossip that women like to share was, in fact, hidden with useful information that many
people might not even expect.
Chris had never been the useless, good-for-nothing man he portrayed himself to be.
Conversely, he had never slacked off on his journey toward fighting for the family’s inheritance.
He was on his usual rendezvous with yet another beautiful woman when he saw someone who looked
a lot like Weston. When he went over, he confirmed that it was really Weston who had brought Ella
along. 1
This made him grow even more interested in who Ella was to Weston.
Weston never brought people to this place, and he seldom came to this place himself.
He always scoffed at such things and never had strong desires in this aspect.
In the private room.
Stella heard the footsteps from outside and thought that Weston had returned. She lifted her head and
saw a familiar figure instead. “Chris Ford?”
“Ella Steele.” He said with a smile as he walked in.
A staff member was put on the spot. “Sir, this private room is...”
“I know,” Chris said with a wave of his hand as he turned to Stella, “I know this lady.”
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