Chapter 99
To Stella, Weston had gradually become no different from Guinevere, both control freaks that played with the lives of others at will.
His fingers gradually tightened on her. Stella felt a compelling pressure from him—she could sense the man’s displeasure. Even so, she did not flinch and just looked into his eyes like this.
“Stop wasting time and tell me. What should I do to make you let me go?”
The hint of gentleness in his eyes gradually faded. He simply looked at her and enunciated carefully, “Never.”
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Stella never imagined that Weston would drive her to work one day. She sat in the passenger seat with no expression on her face.
Weston tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally glanced in Stella’s direction. The black Cullinan attracted the attention of many people on the road.
A luxury car like this was a sight to behold wherever it went.
When they were approaching the training center, Stella finally spoke.
“Drop me off at the next intersection. I’ll walk
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