Chapter 89

He looked coldly at the man stuck in the car, completely not hiding the mocking look in his eyes, “You’ve overestimated your abilities.” With that, he turned around and strode away. Weston carried Stella into the car, who struggled profusely with all her might. “Let me go!” Weston remained unmoving, despite how much she was cursing and hitting him. He had thought through things; So what if Stella was unwilling? As long as he wanted it, there was nothing he couldn’t get his hands on. “Weston Ford, you’re mad! Let me down! You madman!” Humiliating insults flew from Stella’s mouth. She never knew that she was capable of scolding someone so harshly, as if she expanded her lifetime of hatred and disgust on a single person. Weston pressed down on the back of the head and did not react to a single one of her insults, no matter how nasty sounding they were. It was only when Stella’s voice became increasingly hoarse and she was on the verge of angry tears that he finally said,