Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1199

Chapter 1199Chapter 1199
Stella looked away from him.
Three years had passed, but there was one thing about him that remained absolutely the same—he still
emanated this undeniably intimidating air that made looking straight into his eyes an arduous affair.
“I’ve brought you some documents about my projects, she said, standing up. “Why don’t you take a look
at it?”
She had no desire to keep playing games with him. She had been here long enough.
”
Weston seemed completely unsurprised. He tapped his fingers on the table and got up to sit back down
in his chair.
“Since you’re here to talk business,” he said, looking at her with the shadow of a smile, “then let’s talk
with a business attitude. You must’ve done your research before coming here, so I’m sure I don’t need to
tell you what to do.”
Stella got up and placed the documents in her hands down in front of him. With a serious and
professional tone, she said, “I hope that you would consider working with this tech startup. It’s not easy
for a well–known brand from abroad to break into the local market and gain the trust of local companies,
but if Ford Corporation takes
the lead and be the first company to work with us, then I’m sure that it would make the endeavor much
easier.” She spoke in a completely formal tone without a trace of emotion at all. Even Weston, after hearing her
speak, returned to the serious expressions that he wore whenever he was working.
He glanced calmly at her and asked, “So these are your company’s project plans?”
“Yes,” she replied. “If you need some time to go through them, I’ll leave you to think about it…”
“No,” he interrupted her, putting the document aside. ” Since you think it’s fine, then I have no reason to
reject it.”
“Don’t say that,” Stella frowned. With an amused look, she added, “This is a big deal, after all. You
should probably take your time to look through it, Mr. Ford.”
She then stood up and tried to leave, but Weston grabbed her hand to stop her.
“I’ve said everything that I wanted to say,” she said, losing her patience. “Unless you have anything else
to tell me, Mr. Ford?”
“Don’t you know,” Weston clasped her wrist with his fingers and lightly brushed them against her skin.
“How hard would it normally be for someone to have a meal with me? How much trouble would they
have to go
through just to meet me for a little while? Do you think you can sit back and relax, now that you’ve thrown
your project plans on my table?”
Stella read between the lines and slowly sat up in her seat.
“Sounds like you’re requiring something else from me, Mr. Ford. Please excuse me for being frank with
you, but after hearing all your sweet talk to me, I was under the impression you’d be willing to agree to
anything that I want.” Her biting sarcasm only managed to make Weston chuckle under his breath. He stroked her hair gently
and said, “You know exactly what I want from you, Stella.”
A long time passed when he finally spoke again. “It’s almost noon now. Will you have lunch with me?”
Stella studied his face with great interest but said nothing.
Weston pressed his fingers on the point between his brows and told her, “If you give me a nod, I’ll sign
these documents right away.”
Stella still remained silent. She folded her arms, leaned back against the chair, and continued to stare at
him wordlessly.
It was as if they were playing an invisible game of tug of war.
In the end, it was Weston who relented. He picked up his pen and put his signatures on the documents
before
handing them back to her.
“Will you nod your head now?” he asked.
“Gladly,” Stella stood right up and smiled at Weston. ” You can choose the venue. It’ll be my treat today.”
Once the whole matter was settled, Daisy finally walked into the office.
“Mr. Ford, you…”
Stella watched her with a smile and commented, “You must’ve been tired of waiting outside, Daisy. I
wonder if you’d be willing to pour me a cup of coffee now?” “No problem,” replied Daisy. She was dismayed, but still kept up the professional attitude of a secretary
and poured her a cup of coffee.
With a glance, Stella knew that Daisy only got her the coffee from the pantry without putting much effort
into it. Meanwhile, the coffee Weston got was freshly brewed and carefully prepared.
This small gesture definitely revealed a lot about Daisy.
With her chin supported by her hand, Stella turned towards the man beside her and said, “You are a rich
and handsome man, Mr. Ford. You’re also very young and strong. I’m sure you’re surrounded by a flock
of female employees in this company who are crazy about you, am I right?”