Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 906

Chapter 906

Xavier could not react to what happened. He only saw that the man's face was as cold as ice with confusion. "What's wrong? What happened? Why do you look so sick?"

Weston stared at the screen in silence.

After a while, he said, "Go to the pier immediately."

"But there is another step before that. It will take about ten minutes or so..."

"I said, go now, don't you understand?"

Weston interrupted him with a stern voice. It did not look at all like a joke.

Xavier sensed that something was not right. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded

Weston still didn't say a word.

He rubbed his temples, and a moment later, he asked his subordinates to resend the surveillance footage there.

Now that the video was in high resolution, Stella's back was clearly visible.

Xavier, on the other hand, still failed to make anything out." What exactly is happening?"

As Weston was looking at it, he suddenly snapped the tablet in his hand, his face scrunched up in an ugly mess.

The back of this woman was totally clean-he could not see the red hickeys at all.

Last night, when they were at the peak, Weston accidentally left a small mark on Stella's back, right on her shoulder blade.

The spot was subtle enough that it was not completely exposed but not completely covered up, either.

Even Stella herself had not noticed the mark he had left on her last night.

Weston felt something off the moment he saw the woman's back.

Now, the image in front of him confirmed his suspicions.

The woman in the footage was not Stella.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Stella had gotten changed and got onto a tiny boat.

There was only one person driving the boat and three bodyguards that Warren had arranged for her. Perhaps the boat was only manned by a skeleton crew to avoid any untoward attention.

The documents Warren prepared for her were in her hands. As long as she escaped this sea region, Weston would basically have no way to chase after her.

Just like what Warren said, everything would be back on track.

Just as she boarded the ship, Warren contacted Guinevere directly

"Guinevere, where are you now?"

Guinevere, in a red dress, sat inside the Lincoln limousine, feeling a little nervous.

She took a deep breath. "I am on my way..."

Warren said in a serious tone, "Make sure you take advantage of this opportunity."

"Yes."

Guinevere's palms were a little sweaty. "I also didn't expect that Weston would still be willing to let me attend the wedding."

Her tone was full of gratitude, but also it also contained hatred and disbelief for Stella.

Was she really running away from the wedding?

Warren said, "We have taken care of things on our side. She is now on another boat, so don't worry. When the time comes, we will join forces to pressure Weston. The wedding must go on, except that you're his only option."

Guinevere was still a bit anxious. "What if he is not willing to?"

"Child," Warren continued, "it is a good sign that he agreed to you attending the wedding. It means that he is not that heartless toward you. After all, you are Zack's mother."

Upon speaking of this matter, her expression slowly relaxed.

She didn't say anything and hung up the phone after a while.

She tidied her dress and revealed a smile on her face.

When Stella tried on the wedding dress, she was also doing the same thing.

She did not have such a bold idea at first. She really just wanted to see with her own eyes what the wedding of the man she had been chasing after for half her life would look like.

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