Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1050

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Chapter 1050 She used to have a comically whimsical idea that she would carve out her own successful career,

then escape Weston Ford’s grasp through the power and reputation she had gained. But now, when she looked

back, she could not help but find the notion silly and naive. The power gap between them couldn’t possibly be

bridged by her individual efforts alone.

It was the same as what happened after Zachary’s death. She had no way to protect herself or fight against those

determined to see her getting convicted as Zachary Ford’s murderer. Even Weston didn’t believe that she didn’t kill

the boy. Indeed, he was doing all he could to help her escape punishment, but he never truly thought she was

innocent.

Stella was inside a quiet private room of a restaurant, contemplating the words she should say and the best way to

tell Diana the truth when the door was suddenly pushed open. The person walking in turned out to be Michael

Sealey

“We meet again, Stella.”

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Under her surprised gaze, he took a seat right in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” Stella scowled. “Where’s Aunt Diana?”

“She’s not feeling well,” he replied. “So I came here on her behalf. You can tell me whatever you wanted to tell

her.”

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Stella’s eyes turned cold and stony. She stared at him without saying anything.

Michael raised his brows and smiled a meaningful smile as if he had expected to see such a reaction from her.

“Perhaps you don’t have anything to say to me, but I do, in fact, have news to break to you…” he said.

He paused to pick up the cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip, before adding, “Roger is dead.”

Crash!

The coffee cup in Stella’s hand slipped through her fingers and smashed on the floor, noisily shattering into a

thousand pieces.

The windowsill of the private room on the second floor was lined with lush green plants , filtering the sunlight

through their leaves, and casting faint shadows on the table.

Stella did not move, nor did she say anything. She just stared vacantly at the broken fragments of the coffee cup on

the floor, the expression on her face completely

unchanged. Time seemed to be extended indefinitely, flowing implausibly slowly between the two of them.

One second.

Two seconds.

Time went by so slowly that Michael wondered if he had pressed a pause button.

He looked on as the blood slowly drained from Stella’s face, until, at last, she became deathly pale. Yet he waited

patiently.

In no time, a waitress soon rushed into the room and politely asked in a soft voice, “Pardon my intrusion, but do you

both need any help?”

The loud smash could be heard from outside the door, and she rushed over to see what was happening.

Stella did not react at all. She just sat there very still like a puppet.

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Michael nodded at the waiter and said, “Could you please clean up the broken cup?”

“Of course.”

The waitress immediately called another person in, who efficiently tidied up the mess. She then turned to Stella and

thoughtfully asked her, “Would you like me to bring you another cup of coffee, madam?”

Stella’s hands trembled slightly. Only then did she seem to be jolted awake from her dreams as she turned to look

at at the waitress.

“No,” she replied. “Thank you.”

“Okay,” the waitress responded. She then apologized for her intrusion again before exiting the private room,

leaving Michael and Stella alone.

Michael rested his chin on his hand and calmly looked at Stella, telling her, “I can understand how you feel. But, to

tell you the truth, the moment I heard the news, I couldn’t accept it either, but…”.

“You’re lying,” Stella interrupted him, looking straight at him with piercingly icy eyes. “I will never believe you.”

“You actually think I am lying to you right now?” Michael frowned. “Do you think I would ever joke about something

like this?”

Stella pursed her lips vehemently, saying nothing.

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