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Chapter 83 That was why when everyone saw him enter the room again, they were all struck with fear
and no one dared to even breathe, thinking that he had returned to settle scores.
He brought a cold, foreboding air around him into the room. “Bring some women over.” He added coldly,
“I want women who know how to serve well.
The manager was stunned for a moment, thinking that he must have misheard Weston. This was Lowe
Garden, a place chock full of beautiful women. Some even call this a mini version of the entertainment
industry, where all sorts of beauties could be found. He wouldn’t have any doubts if it were anyone else
who raised such a request. Almost every other significant figure of the entertainment industry would
come here for a good time. They naturally knew who Weston Ford was, and the consumption habits and
preferences of most people who came here. However, a man like Weston did not fancy being
surrounded by hordes of women. As such, he wouldn’t arrange too many women in drinking and merry-
making sessions in which Weston bothered to make an appearance in. Yet, that was what he was
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How rare. “Mr. Ford, what kind of women do you like? I’ll make arrangements pronto!” Weston glanced at
him wordlessly, and the manager immediately got the hint. “Send the most beautiful women we have
here for Mr. Ford’s selection! I want the cleanest and prettiest, do you hear me?” shut his eyes
Weston settled down just now.
he look on Stella’s face from
He laid the back of his hand in the middle of his brows and suddenly flung a wine glass on the floor.
Everyone fell silent, not daring to say a word.
Until the door of the private room was thrown open and in came a row of all sorts of beauties who stood
in a neat row.
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Weston glanced past all of them, his face turning colder. “Scram, all of you.” The manager was
immediately put in a difficult spot.
All the women he presented were of top quality, and some of them were even starlets of the
entertainment who were willing to come over only because of Weston. To think that he didn’t fancy even
one of them!
His fiancé was Guinevere Cohen, after all, the top beauty of the entertainment circle. It was reasonable
that none of these beauties met his standards.
However, there was only one Guinevere Cohen in the world. Finding a woman as beautiful as her was
easier said than done.
What’s more, there were some amidst the group of ladies sent in earlier who didn’t pale in
comparison to Guinevere Cohen in terms of appearances, although they were slightly lacking in aura.
At that moment, the manager felt lost as to the kind of woman that Weston was looking for. Suddenly,
someone stood up and whispered something in his ear.
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The manager looked in doubt at him and saw the other man nod affirmatively in response. With that, the
manager left the room. A while later, he brought in another group of ladies who all looked decently pretty,
but clearly belonged to a particular type. The type with delicate, fresh features that were pleasant to look
at, and faces that looked pure and innocent, just like Stella Sealey.
This time round, after taking a quick glance at all of them, instead of telling all of them to scram, Weston
pointed to one of the ladies standing in the middle. “Come over.” It seemed like he was finally satisfied.
The manager heaved a sigh of relief. The man sitting at the side exchanged glances with the manager.
When he saw Weston returning alone without the woman, he had a guess as to what had transpired.
Women were all the same – As long as they were pretty, it was a matter of preference in terms of type
and style. Weston probably fancied women of such type. Even he thought so, too. He looked at the
woman who resembled Stella walking slowly towards him.
Even the way she walked somehow looked like Stella.
Weston’s brows quivered imperceptibly, and he asked in a mysterious , deep voice, “What’s your name?”
The woman lowered her head and said softly, Weston lifted her chin, “Did you say Bella “No, Belle…”
The sight of the man’s eyes turning cold made the woman quiver and swallow her words, “No! I meant
yes, Bella…” Weston narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. “Bella.”
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