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Chapter 57
Guinevere saw the subtle change in Stella’s eyes, and she gradually straightened herself up,” Ella…”
Stella composed herself, hiding all traces of emotions from her face. She rested her chin on her hands
and asked pensively, “Ms. Cohen, why are you sharing all these with me?”
Guinevere’s chest that had tightened upon seeing the expression on Stella’s face just now relaxed.
This Ella always gave a strange vibe, and she couldn’t help but associate her with Stella.
Now that she observed her reaction towards her words, she looked like she genuinely did not care about
what happened to Stella…was she really not Stella?
Guinevere opened her mouth, “Pardon me, it must be because I think you look so much like her that I
couldn’t help but share a little more…” “There’s no point sharing so much with me. I’m not her.”
Stella cut her off, “Also, I’m not so close to you, Ms. Cohen. Not everyone throws themselves at every
famous celebrity they come across and clamor to hear such meaningless gossip. If you
mportant to say, Ms. Cohen, please don’t bother me while I’m at work.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that, she stood up and pulled out some notes from her purse, which she placed on the table under
her coffee cup. “This money should be sufficient for my share.”
She turned around to exit the café, leaving Guinevere alone at the table, staring at her back with a nasty
expression on her face.
The Stella of the past would never speak to someone else with that tone.
She sneered at the bills under the coffee cup and shut her eyes.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and glanced at a strand of hair lying in her hands, and her eyes
grew cold.
A simple DNA comparison would reveal the answer as to whether they are one and the same person.
Right before work ended.
Stella packed up all her belongings and was about to leave when she heard someone calling out for her
from behind, “Teacher Ella!
She turned around and saw the woman gossiping about her this morning. She said expressionlessly,
“What’s the matter?”
Joyce Duxton saw the distance in her eyes, and her smile faded slightly. “What did Guinevere Cohen
look for you today regarding?”
Stella was amused by her question. “What’s that got to do with you?”
Joyce behaved like her mortal enemy while gossiping about her behind her back, yet now she was trying
to pretend like they were the closest friends.
Joyce’s face changed as she said agitatedly, “It was just a casual question. Must you be so proud and
haughty? Just because you have more students than the rest of us…” Not bothered to argue with her,
Stella stood up and left, irritated. Joyce was still mumbling something under her breath when she saw
that Stella had closed the door in her face. “That whore!” she sputtered with a nasty expression. “What’s
there to be proud of?”
The door closed.
Joyce’s insults sounded through the door into Stella’s ears.
Stella shut her eyes and walked forward, determined.
She had just arrived at the traffic junction and was about to hail a taxi when a familiar-looking Rolls-
Royce Cullinan pulled up right before her.
The window wound down, revealing a dark and handsome side profile. Weston’s hand rested leisurely on
the steering wheel, his brows raised as he uttered two brief words, “Get in.”
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Stella furrowed her brows and ignored him as she continued straight ahead.
Quickly, Weston’s patience ran out. He leaped out of the car, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her
unceremoniously into his vehicle.
The door then slammed shut.
“What exactly do you two want?!” Stella screamed.
Her eyes were burning with rage as she stared at the man before her with scornful hatred.” Weston Ford,
you were the one who wanted me to disappear before your eyes. Can you please stop appearing in my
life like an irritating fly?”
He tightened his grip over her wrist with a force that almost broke her bone into two.
With a voice as deep and cold as the ocean, he said, “What did you say I am?”
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