Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 73

“Whatever for? The session started so long ago, what’s the point of her going right now? To look for

trouble?”

The person on the other end didn’t even dare to breathe.

The secretary hung up, her head throbbing. She eventually decided to contact her own boss.

Before she opened her mouth to speak, the man on the other side beat her to it, “Why isn’t the tutor here

yet?”

The secretary apologized hurriedly, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Smith, the assistant mixed up the ladies and

mistook the tutor for Lily. She’s still at Lowe Garden…”

“What!” The man leaped to his feet from the couch. Before he could put out the cigarette in his mouth, he

yelled, “How did you two screw something so trivial up?”

“Mr. Smith, please don’t worry. That tutor…”

“Who cares about that tutor! Just tell me: Did you offend anyone? Especially Mr. Ford?” Upon her denial,

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Mr. Smith heaved a sigh of relief. “Whatever. Just find another tutor for me.”

Dance tutors were a dime a dozen. If, however, he was to offend Weston Ford, he would never be able

to bear the consequences.

After hanging up, a young lady came down the stairs. “Dad, I’m done with my class. When’s the dance

tutor coming?”

Following behind her was a bespectacled middle-aged man who looked refined and urbane, with a

bookish air about him.

“You must keep revising what I taught you just now so that you remember it well. The next time I come

again, we’ll do a mini test…”

Mr. Smith immediately got up from the couch, “Thank you so much, Mr. Hall, for finding time in your busy

schedule to tutor her. It’s been tough on you!”

He pulled out a card he prepared and stuffed it into his hands.

Justin smiled warmly and pushed his spectacles, “Don’t mention it. Take it as me returning your favor.”

After some small talk, he was about to make a move when he heard the young lady complaining behind

him, “Why isn’t that tutor called Ella here yet? Late on the very first lesson?”

Justin stopped in his tracks and turned around, a subtle glint flashing past the depths of his eyes, “Is the

new tutor called Ella?”

Mr. Smith nodded and said, his head still throbbing mildly, “It’s a long story. My assistant’s a sloppy

worker and mixed this tutor up with another…candidate. Ms. Ella is right now still at Lowe Garden…”

Everyone who has been around would certainly know about Lowe Garden and the kind of place it was.

Women who were hired there were either extremely high-level executives or, in most cases, high-class

escorts.

“I just called the tutor agency and asked them to get another tutor over.” With that, he suddenly realized

something and looked at Justin, “Mr. Hall, do you know her?” Justin nodded with a smile. “I do. In fact,

her brother is my student. Based on what I know of her, Ms. Ella is a very responsible teacher and highly

professional.”

Mr. Smith immediately understood where he was coming from. “Since you say so, Ms. Ella must have a

very good reputation. We’re not exactly in a rush to look for another tutor.” With that, he turned to his

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daughter and said, “Go back and play. We’ll find another time for dance class.”

The young lady bounded back to her room in excitement. Justin turned to Mr. Smith. “Where did you just

say that Ms. Ella is currently at right now?”

Stella never thought that she would feel so unbearable just sitting next to Weston.

She sat stiffly on the couch, her back straight as an arrow. Anyone who observed her for a second longer

would be able to tell what a terrible time she was having

The moment she sat next to Weston, he put out his cigarette.

He knew that she hated the smell and didn’t want to make things difficult for her. In turn, everyone in the

private room stopped smoking along with him, though they never stopped drinking and making merry.

Stella looked on at them as they played their games, but quickly lowered her gaze. She would be lying if

she said that she wasn’t anxious.

She had never found herself in a place like this.

For the first time, she experienced for herself what seedy really felt like.

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