Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1133

Xavier rubbed his brows, but he did not look all that

surprised.

“So you finally caught me…” he muttered.

Of late, everyone in their social circle had been trying to get a hold of news about Weston from him. He had been

able to fend off some, but someone eventually slipped through. Bradley finally caught him, though.

“It’s totally pointless to say all these to me,” he told Bradley. “Weston does whatever the hell he wants now without

the slightest care for the advice of others. No one can influence him or change his mind. He’s just too deeply

obsessed with Stella Sealey. He won’t let go of her so easily, not even in death.”

“Does he not understand what it means to let her soul rest?” Bradley was now so agitated that he grabbed Xavier’s

collar. “The film is about to be released. By tomorrow, it will be shown in cinemas across the country. Why can’t he

let Stella’s soul be in peace? Let tomorrow’s premiere be a last farewell to her.”

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“I can tell Weston everything you just said,” said Xavier, but I can’t guarantee if he’ll listen to me.”

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Xavier let out a sigh. He had indeed hated Stella before, but never to the point where he wanted her dead.

Now that she was dead, it was as if all the hatred and anger he felt for her gradually dissipated, and only fond

memories of her were left behind.

“Weston treated Stella horribly when she was alive,” continued Bradley. “Now that she’s dead, he should try to

make up for it by being kinder to her…”

In the end, Bradley released Xavier with those heartfelt parting words.

Xavier fell silent for a while before nodding, saying, ” Don’t worry. I’ll convey those words to him.”

Xavier wasn’t the only one who was troubled. Henry Moore himself had been getting headaches lately.

Ever since the last time, Angelina hardly ever came for him, and they both peacefully led their own separate lives.

Henry himself had no desire to have this inferior substitute of Faye prancing around him.

But ever since Stella died, Angelina had once again started to badger him like crazy. Every time they met, the first

thing that would come out of her mouth was, “Have you seen Weston Ford?”

She would appear in front of him every day with reddened eyes, all just to hear some news about Stella Sealey.

At first, Angelina simply couldn’t accept the fact that

Stella had really died. But gradually, reality sank in, and she learned how to handle the blow. All she wanted now

was to see Stella for one last time. At the very least, Stella’s friends should have a chance to attend her funeral and

bid her their final goodbyes.

Yet Weston Ford would not even let them have that. He insisted on keeping Stella all to himself. When she was still

alive, he was so possessive over her he wouldn’t even let her meet her friends. Now, although she was dead, he still

wouldn’t let her friends see her body either.

Even for Weston Ford, this was a bit beyond the pale.

Knowing that Henry Moore was Weston’s best friend, Angelina could only go to him and beg for his help.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she told him. “Please just ask Weston Ford to come out and say something …”

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At that point, Angelina was no longer interested in finding out if Stella had anything to do with Zachary Ford’s death.

It no longer mattered if she was the murderer or not since she was dead anyway.

As things stood, the guilt of the crime would forever be chained to her name if nothing were done about it.

“Even though she died,” Angelina added, “Weston Ford

must come forward to clear her name. Then he should

give her a proper funeral. Whatever the case, he shouldn’t act the way he is…”

As she got to this point, Angelina even cried out, “Henry Moore, please do me a favor and talk to Weston!”

“Isn’t it bad enough that he tormented her while she was still alive?” she asked. “Does he have to imprison her after

her death too?”

Henry said nothing. His countenance remained cold and indifferent.

While she begged, Angelina couldn’t stop herself from shedding a few tears. She sniffled, trying her best to hold

them back.

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