Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 772

Chapter 772

Weston pursed his lips and looked at her with a fixed gaze and deep eyes. He only had her reflections in his eyes. ‘I

should not have left her alone in that place,’ Weston thought. If he had not let her stay out there alone, Guinevere

would not have gotten the chance to hurt her, and the incident today would not have happened.

He suddenly recalled the day Stella had leaped from the rooftop. He could not help feeling like he would lose her

again after he had learned that she had disappeared from the hotel.

He had already lost her once. He could not bear to lose her again. It was too tormenting for him. That feeling of

loss never left him, but fortunately, she was still here. Fortunately, she was still unharmed.

Weston breathed a sigh and picked her up. He adjusted her position so that she was more comfortable in his arms.

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“I won’t let you go again,” he said, as if to soothe her. It also sounded like a vow.

Ben stood at the door and controlled the traffic in and out. They had sealed off the bar.

No one was allowed to leave without permission.

When Stella had calmed down a little, Weston gave Ben a look.

Ben understood at once. After that, a few bodyguards came in to drag the half-dead man away. Weston had indeed

used all his force to beat him up. That man lay lifelessly on the ground like he was already dead. He could not resist

when the bodyguards lifted him and dragged him to the floor. Stella took a deep breath and finally came to her

senses.

“Stella,” Weston called out to her. When he looked down and saw her torn clothes and unzipped zipper, his eyes

turned grim. Those people deserved to die.

The man in the summer shirt was dragged away.

Ben stood in front of him. He could not resist, so he turned around and kicked him hard in the stomach.

“You piece of sh*t!” He cursed angrily and grabbed him by his collar. When he saw his hands, it felt like an eyesore.

Ben wanted to break his arms too, but he was one step too late.

Weston had broken the man’s arms earlier. Both his arms were hanging limply there. It was obvious that Weston

had tortured him hard.

That explained why he had already passed out. He did not show a single response to their rough treatment.

“You piece of sh*t. How dare you hurt Mrs. Ford!”

Ben felt that his punishment was not enough. He pulled a knife out of his palm and lifted the man’s hand. Then, he

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slashed the man’s palm a little by a little and let the blood drip

“I’ll cripple your arms for Mr. Ford today!”

Weston had already broken his hands earlier. Even so, Ben’s action still caused him great pain. As expected, the

man, who had passed out earlier, woke up in pain the next second and howled.

“Oww!” His face was pale. He looked like he was taking his last breath as beads of sweat rolled down his face.

He barely had the strength to say the words to beg for mercy. He could only stare at the man in front of him with

blurry eyes while the corners of his mouth kept twitching

Stella suddenly looked up from Weston’s arm at the sound of his voice. She just kept staring at the scene before

her.

Weston looked down at her and furrowed his brows slightly. Immediately, he used his hand to cover her eyes.

“Don’t look, Stella.”

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