Chapter 69

It seemed that Stella couldn’t get away that easily now. She would have to adapt as best as she could. Weston was one of the last to get inside the private lounge. Whether or not he intended to be the latest to arrive, no one there would dare to keep him waiting anyway, so everyone hurried inside before he did. The man who had been so viciously nasty to her completely changed when facing Weston. He was now grinning obsequiously as he held out a cigar and deferentially handed it to Weston. “Would you like one, Mr. Ford?” he asked. Weston glanced at him briefly and took the cigar, holding it between his fingers. He then sat down in the middle of the sofa, resting his long arms on the backrest. His muscular forearms hung in the air, the cigar that was just handed to him swayed slightly as he held it between his fingers. The man smiled when he saw that his offering was accepted. “Allow me to light it,” he said before pulling out a lighter and kneeling in front of Weston. But before