Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 770

There was a stark difference between them in physical strength and figure. Stella could not shake him in the

slightest. His disgusting breath that came near engulfed her.

Stella closed her eyes in pain. A tear dropped from the corner of her eye as she trembled. Humiliation, despair, and

hatred had all mixed together and stirred up into a complicated emotion in her.

So disgusting… So disgusting… So disgusting…’ Stella thought in her mind. Then, a loud bang sounded. Someone

had suddenly kicked open the door from outside.

A harsh light suddenly filled the space, illuminating the rising dust all around. A tall figure appeared at the end of

the light.

The room door was broken and kicked down on the floor. There were still specks of light in the air as the man’s face

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became clear in the haze of dust.

Stella was in a trance. When she saw the familiar face emerge in the light, she felt like she was still dreaming.

Weston stood there with his back to the light in the dim

and shadowy place. The aura around him was murderous and forbearing. She could sense a vague hostility from

him.

The moment he rushed in, it was as if time had frozen.

Stella did not blink and kept staring at him. She almost forgot to move her eyes. After a short moment, she finally

felt her dry eyes and a surge of tears that streamed down her cheek. Little by little, her tears ran down her chin

and into her collarbone.

She cried.

She cried silently and did not dare to make a sound. She kept biting her lower lips and swallowed all her sobs.

The perpetrator , who was still on top of her, froze for a moment. He stared blankly at the fierce Weston, who had a

murderous aura around him, standing at the door.

Weston had a delicate and handsome face, but his eyes were icy and cold. It was as if he was a reaper that had

come from hell. Weston’s hostility had shocked him so much that he had forgotten how to react. He stared at

Weston blankly as the latter walked toward him.

The man on top of Stella did not move. He seemed too stunned to move. His fat hand was still on Stella’s waist. He

looked like he was about to pull her pants down. The perpetrator’s frozen posture caught Weston’s

attention and made him furious. Emotions deeper than fury and a desire to kill permeated Weston’s red eyes.

Every step he took was like walking on a sharp blade.

The perpetrator became nervous and did not dare to breathe. At last, Weston stopped in front of him.

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The perpetrator finally returned to his senses and slowly said, “W-Who are… Argh!”

A staggering scream came from the room. It was so loud that it could penetrate the walls. The people outside could

hear the wailing inside. Stella stiffened and closed her eyes for good.

As the fat man collapsed, the force on top of her body was finally gone. She hurriedly stood up and hid in the

corner. She cowered and curled up into a ball.

The fat man let out a loud howl in pain that resonated across the room.

The incessant sound of punches landing on the fat man continued.

From the shadows on the wall, Stella could tell how hard Weston was punching him. He kept punching him

continuously without stopping.

Stella hugged herself tighter. She bit her lower lips and tried to ignore the scene next to her. The fat man’s painful

howls eventually faded to a

breathless wail. He begged for mercy weakly, but Weston never stopped. He kept punching him while glaring at

him. It was as if he wanted to kill him.

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