Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1200

As soon as Stella finished her sentence, Daisy, who was standing beside Weston, frowned and glanced at Stella with

a look of displeasure.

But Weston, on the other hand, seemed to be concealing a smile as he turned to Stella and asked, “Are you getting

jealous?”

The smile on Stella’s face was even more obvious, though it was unclear if it was sarcasm or contempt.

“If that’s what you think, Mr. Ford, then I just can’t help it.”

She brushed her hand lightly against his armrest, almost as delicately as the way dragonflies skimmed above the

water’s surface.

Weston glanced at her. With just the lightest touch, she already had him wrapped around her fingers.

He knew that she did that on purpose. He also knew that she was only weaving a web and was waiting for him to

walk into it and get caught in her trap.

Nevertheless, he gladly headed right into her trap without any hesitation at all, like a moth that flew into the fire.

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The truth was, Stella had no need to bother herself with

all of this. All she had to do was say a few words and shed a tear or two, and he would happily give her the world if

she so wished.

After setting down the cups of coffee, Daisy was in no hurry to leave. She swept a glance over the documents on

the table and noticed that Weston had already signed them.

“Mr. Ford,” she frowned. “I don’t think these are ready yet…”

Ford Corporation had always followed a strict set of rules before a document could be signed, and they had always

adhered to this process no matter what. Even the orders that she received last night had to be approved by the

finance department.

Yet Stella had just waltzed in here with her unreviewed project plans. How could she get Weston’s signatures just

like that?

However, she quickly realized that she had overstepped her boundaries.

She was his secretary. Her job was to assist him in his various tasks, not to question his decisions.

With a half smile, Stella commented, “Your company really is extraordinary, Mr. Ford, because it seems your

secretary makes the final decisions.”

“Please don’t try to stir up any trouble.” Daisy’s

expression soured instantly. “No matter what, Mr. Ford will always have the final say here. I was only reminding him

of the rules because it’s my duty.”

After she finished speaking, Daisy realized that her tone was a little too harsh. Based on how important Stella was

to Weston right now, she would never get on his good side if she spoke to Stella that way.

And so, with a much gentler tone, she hurriedly added in an apologetic tone. “I’m really sorry for my attitude, but

my only intention was to give Mr. Ford a reminder. After all, wouldn’t it serve everyone down the line the best if the

cooperation goes through the due process?”

Stella smiled wryly as she found Daisy’s principled and righteous act incredibly amusing. With her eyes showing no

emotion at all, she picked up the coffee cup with her unique elegant demeanor and took a sip.

“Daisy sure is an admirably capable secretary,” she said. But it pains me to say that her coffee–making skills are

nowhere as praiseworthy…”

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Weston glanced at her silently. His gaze then fell on his own cup of coffee, and he soon understood what Stella was

trying to imply. Without saying anything, he pulled her up from her seat and let her sit on his lap.

“Let me try your coffee,” he said.

Daisy’s head jerked up immediately. She turned to

Weston in astonishment and instinctively tried to stop

him by saying, “Don’t drink from that cup, Mr. Ford!!!”

“Why not?” Weston glared at her with an icy gaze. At that point, he seemed to have perceived something going on.

Daisy naturally realized it too. Her eyebrows twitched violently. She had no choice but to explain, “Mrs. Ford already

drank from that cup, so…‘

“”

She paused, then added, “Since you’re a germaphobe, I can get you a new cup if you want to drink this type of

coffee.”

“Oh,” said Stella, “so you’re saying that we’re not drinking the same cup of coffee then?”

Stella acted as if she had just realized something. With raised brows, she looked at Daisy, then turned to Weston

and continued, “I assumed we were drinking the same coffee, but it turns out that we weren’t…”

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