Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 670

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Chapter 670 Stella’s eyes darkened as she whispered to her colleagues seated next to her, “I’ll take this call.”

Angelina was still busy eating and said in between chews, “Go ahead.”

Stella left the table in a hurry.

On the other end, Yates looked pensively at her retreating figure and said to his manager, “I’m a little tipsy. I’ll head

out for some fresh air.”

His manager furrowed his brows. “You didn’t drink much just now. Sit down.”

Yates’ face fell. “Do I not have freedom of movement now?”

He was already repulsed at how his manager overly interfered with his life, especially over these few years when he

finally gained a footing for himself in the industry. The more that was so, the more he felt himself living under other

people’s control.

The manager clearly sensed Yates’ annoyance and found him rather ungrateful but couldn’t confront him about it

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either. He could only warn him in quietly. “You better watch yourself. You know how you earned your good

reputation and how far we’ve come, step by painful step.

I hope you remember all of that and don’t ruin everything just because of a moment’s rashness!” Yates remained

silent, his face dark as he stood to leave the table.

Guinevere noticed the commotion and asked, “What’s the matter?”

The manager immediately shot her a smile, “Nothing. Yates can’t really hold his liquor, so he’s heading out for

some fresh air.”

Guinevere arched her brow, “Then he needs to drink more. How can a man like him not know how to hold his

liquor?”

The manager simply chuckled.

Guinevere saw the direction in which Yates left, and the corner of her lips lifted as a look of disdain flashed past her

eyes.

At the end of the corridor.

There weren’t many people on the small balcony.

Stella walked over and glanced around her before answering the call. “Hello?”

A man’s low voice sounded from the other end, “Where is the dinner.”

Stella told him the address and was greeted with a long moment of silence.

She didn’t know if it was because of the wine she drank just now, but she was soon out of patience and rubbed in

between her brows. “Is there anything else? Otherwise, I’ll hang up.”

Did he call her so many times just now just to listen to her breathing?

Immediately after that, she heard Weston laugh in frustration, “Stella, are you doing this on purpose?”

Stella shook her head to wake herself up. “You didn’t say anything, so I thought you had nothing else to talk about

“If I had nothing else, why would I call you so many times? Stella, don’t play dumb.”

Stella leaned against the railing and stared at her toes.” Don’t you always accuse me of being silly? For all you

know, I really am dumb.”

Silence ensued on the other end, clearly stunned by her words.

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Her words harmed herself as much as they served to harm her opponent.

Stella lowered her head and chuckled, her hair falling down her shoulders as darkness shrouded her.

From an angle, it didn’t seem like she was on the phone. Rather, it looked more like she was spacing out.

Her slender and lithe figure looked ethereal in the dim light.

It was the scene that Yates saw when he came over.

He slowed down, loathing to ruin such a beautiful scene. He stood there for a moment before finally stepping

forward.

“Don’t you feel lonely staying out here by yourself?” He said.

Stella jumped back in shock and immediately straightened her torso. She looked back.

Weston’s low voice sounded from her phone, “Who’s there?”

Stella pursed her lips and pointed to her phone.

That was when Yates realized she was on the phone and looked vexed. He gestured to her and pointed to his own

mouth before turning to leave with a wave of his hand.

Stella exhaled.

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