Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1084

Chapter 1084Chapter 1084 The word “deal” deeply stung the tender heart of the young girl.
These days, even those men who had the word “deal” clearly written on their faces would coax her. No
one would say that word directly in front of her face.
Weston‘s words just now were like a slap in her face, leaving her ashamed and, at the same time, a little
annoyed,
“Mr. Ford, I think you misunderstood. I just play the piano, you may be used to treating me with the same
attitude as you treat that woman outside , but I want to tell you that even if I work here, it doesn‘t mean
that you can trample on my dignity!”
Weston flicked the ash off his cigarette. “So?”
The embers between his fingers glowed brightly in the dim surrounding , exuding a cold sense of
misanthropic decadence.
Nicole raised her head, stretched her neck, and said, “I make my money with my own hands, so I don‘t
take your insults!”
She said proudly, “If you are interested in me, you should pursue me openly like the other men in Lowe
Garden, and
you should get in line.”
Weston laughed out loud as if he had heard something funny. “Pursue you? Do you think that those guys
are pursuing you?”
Nicole frowned.
The contempt in his words made her feel sick. “I am not a fool. Of course, I know what their pursuit
means, but at least they respect me.”
As if desperate to prove something, she continued arguing her case with Weston. “Mr. Ford, I‘m not
going to be like that woman out there who would immediately offer herself up the moment you beckon
her.”
Weston did not place his eyes on her again and asked the manager to come and take her away.
The manager was stunned upon arrival and questioned her quietly beside her ear. “What are you doing?
Didn‘t I ask you to serve him well? Were you stubborn and offended him?”
Nicole felt aggrieved and insisted resolutely, “I did not. It‘s Mr. Ford who does not like me.”
She swept a glance at the calm man. Seeing that he wasn‘t taking her seriously, she grunted angrily,“
Manager, if there‘s nothing else, I‘ll leave first.” “Hey! You...”
Seeing her strutting off, the manager was so angry that his head throbbed. He could only appease
Weston first for fear of upsetting him. “Mr. Ford, I‘ll teach her a lesson right now...”
Finding them to be a nuisance, Weston made them all wait outside.
His phone was sitting quietly when suddenly, he picked it up and disabled the do–not–disturb mode.
Joan did call a few times, but there were no other messages.
Stella had been so clingy these days that she behaved like someone with Stockholm syndrome, though
she had never actually contacted him on her own.
She never seemed to care when he was not in Stardust Mansion.
Only when he returned to the mansion would she put on an act.
It felt so real.
The man‘s eyes flashed with a hint of self–deprecation.
He actually believed it. It was such an obvious act, yet he couldn‘t see through it.
If it were not for the test report, knowing that Stella was
trying to kill herself, he probably would not be suspicious of her right now.
Weston ordered some drinks and gulped down a few glasses.
Under the dim light, his dark eyes seemed even stiller and colder.
His finger rubbed over the familiar number, but he still did not dial it.
He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and turned to go out. Belle was drowsy from all the waiting. When she saw him coming out, she stood up hurriedly. “Are you
leaving, Mr. Ford?”
“Yes.”
The man walked past her and headed straight out.
Belle was reluctant to let him go, and she was about to go after him when a sudden thud from one of the
rooms in the corridor caught her attention...
“Do you really think you are something?”
A slender figure was thrown out of the door, only to be dragged back by the ankle.
The woman raised her head, her face covered in tears. “I said that I don‘t sell my body!”
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