Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 545

Chapter 545

The fight went on on the dance floor accompanied by the unrelenting beat of the music. Somehow, there was a charm to this scene.

Rory saw his men gradually getting knocked out from Weston's punches, and he couldn't stay calm anymore.

"Who the heck is he..."

Rory was upset. However, when he saw that Stella was alone, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Nobody move!" he shouted after rushing to her without warning.

"Stop! If anyone moves, I'll kill the old b*tch!"

He put the broken bottle against her neck and hissed fiercely, "If you move again, I'll hurt her face right now!"

Just like he expected, the red-eyed Weston instantly stopped fighting

He turned around coldly and shot Rory with the menacing glare of an enraged bull. The hostility in his eyes almost engulfed him.

"Let her go," he said with his tightly pursed lips. At that moment, his dark eyes were glazed, like black ice on a frozen lake.

Rory believed he could've been stabbed to death if his glare materialized into a physical attack.

"Y-you! Kneel on your knees now!" With mustered courage, he blurted, "If you kneel and apologize, I'll let her go!"

Rory could tell that Weston was immensely concerned about this woman. As expected, he stopped attacking.

Seeing that, Rory became smug. "Don't you dare move! Aren't you worried about her?"

Weston wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His voice turned even sharper. "Let her go."

Weston's aura intimidated Rory. Even so, he still had Stella in his hands. As he thought of that, he felt slightly relieved.

"I'm not letting her go! So what? You better know when to stop, or I'll..."

"Argh!"

Rory suddenly stopped in his tracks. Then, with a yowl of pain, he released his grip on her.

Stella could not care less when she saw Weston threatened. She found an ashtray and immediately smashed it on the fatal spot under Rory's abdomen.

"God damn... It f*cking hurts..." Rory burst into an uncontrollable bawl, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

Stella dropped the ashtray. It fell to the floor and rolled around until it finally stopped right next to Weston's feet.

As she looked up, he was already in front of her.

Weston came against the light. The light of the world shone behind his tall and strong figure.

Stella found this a little dazzling and squinted ever so slightly. In

the next moment, she was pulled into Weston's arms.

If you're scared, hug me." As Stella fell into a warm embrace, a low, mellow voice came from above,

Weston held her tightly in his strong arms. His embrace was so tight that she could barely breathe.

After a long moment, he finally let her go. "Are you okay??"

"I'm fine..." Stella replied in a low voice.

Before she knew it, Weston suddenly released her, walked to Rory, and slammed his fist right into his face.

Rory didn't even have the time to react.

Weston punched him again. The blow was so hard that Rory barely had the strength to wail.

Rory fell to his knees. Weston had no intention of stopping, however. He walked right up to him and asked, "You touched her earlier. Which hand did you use?" Rory was so stunned he could barely answer in time.

"Which hand did you use?" Weston repeated his question, this time in a colder tone.

Rory trembled in fear. "I-I..."

He faltered and was unable to speak. Weston sneered. "Since you're silent, it means you used both your hands to touch her."

Rory was still unable to understand the meaning behind his words. Before he could finish speaking, he felt a splitting pain in both arms.

"Aaaaa!"

Rory screamed at the top of his lungs and watched helplessly as Weston broke his arms without hesitation. He snapped his arms so easily, like they were made of clay.

Weston did it so quickly that no one around him could react in time. Before they realized it, Rory had dropped to the floor weakly. With both his arms slumped lifelessly by his side, he looked like he was dead.

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