Chapter 1186 Daisy kept drinking like she wanted to get herself really drunk.
Ben couldnât stand looking at her like that. âYouâre drinking too much. What are you doing to do later? Mr.
Ford needs someone to follow up on the details of the contract later,â he asked.
Daisy gave him a hard stare. âCanât I drink a bit? Iâm just drinking a little more than I usually do. Was I born to do all the work for him? Canât I have a little emotion of my own?»
Ben gaped, dumbfounded by her question. After a short pause, he said incredulously, âBut itsâ your job.
Mr. Ford is paying you to work. Weâre all paid to work, arenât we?â
Daisy spoke and made it sound like Weston was some kind of capitalist who did not pay his employees.
Weston naturally had capitalist roots, but he had always been generous to his employees.
Ford Corporation did not get to its glory through pure exploitation. It became successful thanks to Westonâs brilliant business acumen and crafty business techniques.
Daisy was stunned by Benâs question and didnât know what to say. She swallowed them all and continued sipping her wine.
Suddenly, Daisy staggered to her feet and went to Stella with a smile. âMay I offer you a toast?â And she meant it. She really wanted to raise a toast to Stella.
Daisy never thought that after all these years, Stella could still grasp Westonâs heart with little effort.
Seeing Daisy wobbling, Stella told Weston thoughtfully,â. Your secretary seems a little drunk. Why donât you tend to her?â
Weston frowned and gave Daisy an unpleasant look. âGet out of my face.â Daisy lowered her eyes at his cold words. She explained,â Sorry, Mr. Ford. I just want to... to be a good friend with Mrs. Ford.â
After a short pause, Daisy chose to call Stella that. Westonâs reaction was as expected. She was pleased to see Weston ease his frown slightly.
See? She could make him happy, after all.
Stella frowned and looked at Daisy with amusement.â Excuse me, it looks like youâre drunk. Youâre starting to talk nonsense...â
âIâm not talking nonsense!â
Daisy suddenly squatted down in front of Stella and looked at her with tears.
She choked, âI donât know why you havenât contacted Mr. Ford for so many years, but I saw how sad he was for you. He was really broken... Please, just look at him again, okay?â Daisy said it with sincerity and a sore nose. She looked like she was about to cry.
Stella listened to Daisyâs sad words, feeling troubled.â How about this? You seem pretty thoughtful about Weston. Do you think he canât live without women? If so, why donât you sacrifice and become his?â Stella said with a sincere tone and gentle smile, but her words humiliated Daisy. It was a great insult to her.
Daisy clutched the hem of her dress and roared, âWhy are you pushing him to another woman? Are you happy with that? He has waited for you for three years! For three whole years!â
Daisyâs voice trembled as she spoke up for Weston, unable to help herself. âDonât you feel a little bit of pain for him? Donât you feel any guilt at all?â
Stella rubbed her nose apologetically. âIâm sorry, no. But if you like him that much, Iâd really like to see you two...â
Before Stella could finish her sentence, she felt a hard and painful grip on her wrist.