Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 67

After getting the client’s contact, Stella immediately made a call. It was answered by a middle aged
man. He sounded very polite as he made an appointment to meet with Stella.

“Would you like me to meet with your child before the lesson starts?” Stella asked. Usually, she would
have a trial class with her prospective pupil before setting up the proper curriculum for them. It was
quite an elaborate process, but parents who could afford to send their kids to classes at a training
center like the one she worked at were generally wealthy. This was especially true for those who
requested private tutoring, signifying they had their own ballroom at home.

“No,” the man replied after a long pause. It sounded as if he was busy. “There’s no need for that. I’ll
interview you first. If you pass, we’ll discuss more.”

“Okay,” Stella responded politely. “And what time would you like to meet? What kind of information
should I prepare…”

“My secretary will send you an email,” the man interrupted. “You’ll get all the details there. Just be sure
you arrive at the designated place on time.”

The man then hung up the phone.

Soon afterward, Stella received a new email.

“Lowe Garden…”

Stella paused. Why would the client want to meet her there?

She didn’t think much of it, though. She looked at the time, packed her things, and called a taxi to the
appointed place.



Lowe Garden. The outside sign indicated that it was a hotel, but it was an exclusive club with tight
security that catered to rich people.

There were many entertainment activities here, but they were only available to the club members.
Regular folk never got a chance to get in unless they had an appointment or if they had a referral from
a club member.

This place wasn’t exactly wholesome and safe, being a playground for wealthy young men where
dubious happenings would ensue, but security here was tighter than most hotels. Stella had to contact
the secretary when she arrived before she was allowed to get in.



But then she instantly got a bad feeling when she got inside. There were only two or three people in the
lobby. They were sitting on the sofa, chatting rowdily with each other. When they heard her coming in,
they all turned towards her in unison.

“Is she the one?” one of them asked.

“I guess so,” a middle-aged man replied. “She’s wearing the right clothes, and she’s pretty too

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The man turned to his companion beside him and added, “So you’ve changed your taste in women,
huh? So you like prim and proper women now?” Stella’s eyes widened in horror and she quickly turned
to the secretary behind her.

“I’m here for an interview as a dance teacher!” she quickly said.



The secretary smiled at the two men, then whispered to Stella, “That’s enough! There’s no need to
pretend anymore! We’re all adults here. Just entertain those two gentlemen, and you can get whatever
you want!”

“But… you’ve made a mistake!” Stella insisted, but the color drained from her face all the same. “I
really am here for an interview!”

“Why are you still standing there?” the middle-aged man waved at Stella. “Come here! Let me take a
good look at you!”

The other man was quite hesitant, though.

“Mr. Ford will be here soon,” he said. “He never liked having girls around… don’t you think this is a little
presumptuous of us?” “Doesn’t like girls?!” the middle-aged man huffed. “Do you seriously believe that?
Maybe he’s just got expensive taste and looks down on most women!”

The two men chuckled. Stella balled her fists and said nothing. She turned around and was about to
leave. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?!” Stella hastened her steps and shoved the door open.
As she stepped out, she bumped head-on into the arms of a man…

Weston glared down at the woman who had just dropped into his arms. He thought she was someone
the others had arranged for him, so he impatiently pushed her away.

“Get out of my way,” he hissed.


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