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Chapter 87
Justin could tell what was going on in Stella’s mind and his face turned solemn, “Dispel that thought in
your mind. I cannot possibly bring myself to hand you over to him. What kind of a man do you take me
for? One who would simply hand you over to a man like a plaything?” Perhaps because of how nasty the
term “plaything” sounded, Stella remained silent for a long while.
Justin did not say anything further. He simply maneuvered the steering wheel and drove the car forward.
He didn’t believe Weston would be bold enough to crash his car until it was unable to move.
No matter how powerful and daring he was, he had to care about societal opinion and his public
reputation!
Although Justin’s status in the industry could not be compared to that of Weston’s, he did have his own
network. He didn’t believe that Weston was capable of squashing him to death!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJustin looked at the Cullinan on his tail from his rearview mirror. He knew that it would be difficult to
shake him off and could only step on the accelerator.
Weston followed suit. This time round, he wasn’t in a hurry to stop Justin’s car, and drove at a leisurely
pace as if he were playing a game of cat and mouse.
Justin gritted his teeth, feeling for the first time like he was being played for a fool by another man. His
eyes darkened as he swerved into a narrow, deserted road. He drove at a very high speed, almost like
he was in a car race. Stella’s face paled and she could not help but exclaim, “Mr. Hall…” When a man’s
competitive streak was triggered, it would usually be impossible to stop him. Justin glanced at her and
quickly retracted his gaze. He said firmly, “He won’t give up so easily. The only way to make him stop
pestering you is to shake him off!”
With that, he stepped down hard on the accelerator and continued, “Don’t worry. I used to be in car races
when I was younger. I’ll help you get rid of him.” It had been a while since he did something so wild. He
was already slightly past forty, certainly way past the age of his wild youth. To think that he would still be
doing things that only a hot-headed, reckless youth would do, like car racing, just for the sake of a
woman.
Somehow, though, it felt good.
No matter what age, no matter how mature and steady, men always pursued exciting and fresh
experiences. It was in their bones.
Justin Hall was no exception.
He looked at the Cullinan on his tail and sneered, steering the steering wheel deftly.
The car drifted, and he thought that he would be able to shake off Weston at the next bend. To his utter
surprise, he looked around and saw that Weston had caught up next to him.
His arm was resting leisurely on the open window, a lit cigarette between his fingers with only one hand
on the wheel, as if he was not even trying hard.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe sight clearly trampled on Justin’s dignity and sense of pride. His face turned cold as he chuckled, “It
seems like Mr. Ford is bent on being the villain.” Weston didn’t even spare a look at him. He took a puff
of his cigarette and retracted his arm. The smoke that he puffed out was blown into the wind behind him.
His sideburns flew in the air, his handsome face looking even more dark and mysterious in the night.
“Since you’re the good guy, then please do a good thing…” He flicked at his cigarette and turned his
head to the side. “Hand her over to me.”
Justin was thoroughly angered, and he suddenly stepped on the brakes. The car immediately slowed
down and turned a hundred and eighty degrees. The car faced the opposite direction and began driving
off. This time, his speed was significantly higher than it was before. Justin was clearly going all out.
Stella’s heart was in her throat, and she suddenly felt helpless and weak to stop everything that was
happening “There’s really no need for things to turn out like this…”
She said in a low voice, but no one heard her.
Even if they did, they might not even take her words to heart.
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