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Chapter 310 “You did that on purpose!” The first thought that popped into Guinevere‘s mind was that
Bella had deliberately enhanced her facial features to resemble Stella!
Bella was confused. “Did what on purpose?”
Guinevere shook her head and calmed herself down, chasing the ridiculous thought away from her
mind.
However, on second thought, Stella had been dead for so long, so why would she even be in the
picture? But the sight of such a familiar–looking face made Guinevere unable to fool herself any longer.
Guinevere didn‘t know whether Weston simply had a taste for such ladies, or that he was looking for a
replacement for Stella.
If he was, didn‘t that mean that... he had really fallen for Stella? Despite her being dead, he was still in
search of her shadows,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt had to be the reason he would stoop so low and interact with a woman as lowly as Bella,
Guinevere‘s mind was a mess, but it did not stop her from leaving Bella some harsh threats.
She gave the manager a look before leaving the place. The manager immediately got the hint. “Don‘t
worry, Ms. Cohen, I won‘t let anyone else know about what happened today...”
After she left, the manager warned Bella, “Bring what happened today to your grave, and don‘t you
dare let Mr. Ford know about it! Do you understand?”
He had dealt with many such incidents before and seeing official wives coming over to confront kept
mistresses was a daily affair for him. However, he knew that it was a bottomless pit, where there would
be a line of endless mistresses that were impossible to completely eliminate, as long as the husband
did not control himself.
Some men would choose to side with their wives, while others with their mistresses.
However, as long as a man proactively hid such things from his wife, it was a clear indication that he
would rather maintain peace and harmony on the surface and keep trouble at bay. His wife and
mistresses could create as much trouble as they liked, as long as they didn‘t do it in his face.
Sometimes, men were simple creatures of practicality. Often aware of everything, men were also
capable of pretending to know nothing, as long as their women maintained harmony on the surface and
brought no trouble. It was in the nature of all men, regardless of how successful they were.
The manager nau lieu LU JUU “—– Her mind was filled with the fear of Guinevere picking on her and
making her life in rem uity miserable. Where could she earn a living for herself if she could no longer
stay in Lowe Garden?
She had grown so accustomed to the bright lights and a lifestyle of luxury that she couldn‘t imagine
going back to doing those odd jobs that earned her peanuts.
Thus, she verbally agreed with the manager to tolerate what Guinevere did to her, keep her silent on
the matter, and focus on recovery so that she could be ready for Weston when he came for her again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, the moment the manager left, she eagerly called Weston to complain.
“Mr. Ford...” Through sobs and tears, she described in gory detail how Guinevere had hit her in public,
in a bid to sully Guinevere‘s image in Weston‘s mind and inform him about how wicked a woman she
was. Despite the fact that Weston never touched her, Belle believed that Weston must‘ve fancied her a
little bit, given that he was rather patient with her and even called for her multiple times.
To her dismay, he ignored what she had to say and cut her off before she could finish.
The chill in his tone clearly indicated that she was insignificant to him.
Bella’s heart turned cold as she immediately snapped back to reality.
“Mr. Ford...”
“Ben will send you some money. Be smart about what you need to do next.”
With that, he hung up.
The beeping tone told Bella that she wouldn‘t get a response for whatever she wanted to say.
She flung her phone hard on the table in frustration, unable to sit still.
Now that even Weston didn‘t care about her, did she really have to take the money and get chased
away by Guinevere?
In no way could she swallow something like that!