NovelEnglishChapter 309 That was when Guinevere took a good look at her face, and her brows furrowed. “How old
are you?” she suddenly asked. Bella knelt on the floor and trembled, tears streaking down her face,
“Slightly over 20... I was wrong! I was just trying to make a living for myself. Ms. Cohen, please spare
me!”
Women like her knew when it was time to bow down.
The more Guinevere looked at her, the more she realized that Bella resembled someone else. A nasty
expression emerged on her face. “When did things begin between you and Weston?” “It hasn‘t been
long... we‘ve only met in private a few times after that. Also...also...” Bella halted, somehow unable to
go on. Guinevere‘s eyes darkened. “Why aren‘t you speaking? Do you need my help to open your
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Bella said with self–depreciation, “Nothing happened between Mr. Ford and me. He never touched
me…” Everyone in the dressing room fell silent at her words. Guinevere remained still and unmoved.
It came as a surprise for her, but somehow, it was something she had expected. Ordinary men wouldn‘t
just leave their mistress at the side and do nothing to them. They were all adults and knew clearly–what
else could happen between a man and woman? But Weston was no ordinary man. Guinevere had
never been able to guess what was in his mind.
Having made it public knowledge that he had kept mistresses, it was a slap to Guinevere‘s face. Yet,
he didn‘t touch her at all... It was exactly like how he treated herself – he had clearly promised to marry
her, but he had never cozied to her from the very beginning... If it weren‘t for Stella‘s pregnancy, she
would‘ve suspected that Weston must be suffering from some condition.
Or perhaps he just hated sex. But now that Stella was dead, was Weston never intending to be
physically intimate with another woman for the rest of his life?
“What did both of you do in private if he never touched you?”
Bella replied to her honestly, “I would sometimes sing or dance for Mr. Ford, but he never seemed to
like anything I did...”
Guinevere sneered. “If he didn‘t like you but still kept you as his woman, was he being charitable by
spending all that money on you?”
Guinevere‘s face turned nasty, and it made Bella tremble in fear.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had personally witnessed how ruthless this woman could be and knew she was capable of doing
anything, especially through the people she had brought along with her. She was clearly a well–known
celebrity, yet her behavior mirrored that of a barbaric cavewoman.
Her bodyguard waved a small blade around and Bella shut her eyes in fright. “I really have no idea!
The first time I met Mr. Ford, he didn‘t seem to treat me very differently. He just looked at my face and
said that I looked rather decent...”
Although Guinevere knew that Weston wasn‘t serious about this woman, Bella‘s words caused fury to
burn in her heart.
She walked towards her, lifted her chin, and looked closely at her face. Realization dawned upon her
as to who Bella resembled. She resembled Stella Sealey. Notably, it was the look of pure innocence in
her eyes, save for that sliver of stubbornness that was Stella‘s trademark.
It was also obvious that Bella had surgically enhanced her facial features to make them more delicate,
though Guinevere couldn‘t deny that the outcome was natural and very well–done.
Most men would‘ve been oblivious to the change, but a woman could tell at a glance.
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