Weston remembered something when he was about to leave. He turned around to face her and said, âAbout the setâ¦â
Guinevereâs eyes lit up when he asked about her work. âIâm doing fine on the set. The crew has been taking good care of me. You donât have to worry.â
Weston nodded. âYouâve just resumed work. Youâd better not get any bad press.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou should understand.â
Guinevere froze for a moment. She wondered if Weston knew she was giving Ella a hard time, but she quickly dismissed the thought.
She figured Weston probably did not know that Ella was on the same set. They had not been in touch since they met at Yvonneâs house.
She felt she should not overthink things.
âDonât worry. Iâve been in the entertainment industry for years. I know how to deal with the media.
There wonât be any bad press.â
Weston then turned to leave.
Guinevere looked at his back as he left. Her eyes suddenly darkened. After he left, she took out her phone. âFind out who Ella has been seeing in private lately!â She felt that this was impossible, but she had to plan ahead. If Ella did hook up with Weston, all her hard work would be for nothing.
She had already gotten rid of Stella. There was no way she would allow Ella to compete with her.
Weston got into the car. Soon, Henry called him on a video call. Henry was still watering the flowers on the balcony. He looked relaxed, but not in his tone.
âGwen is making her move. What are you going to do?â
Henry did not think the arrogant and proud Guinevere would go to such an extent for a love rival. He had to say that she had stooped a little too low.
âSend more people to protect Ella. Just let Guinevere do whatever she wants as long as she canât find her. However, if something like before happens again, teach her a lesson.â
Henry understood Westonâs plan. âYouâre determined to protect Ella and not care about Gwen anymore?â
Weston frowned. âI have one more year.â
Henry seemed to have understood his meaning. He suddenly frowned and looked at him seriously. âTell me the truth, Weston. Whatâs going on between Gwen and you?â âWhat, now? Do you want to help her?â âDo you think I will?â
âWhy not?â Weston remembered the old days. âDidnât you almost fight me for Guinevere in high school?â
âI was young and impulsive.â As they spoke about the past, Henry seemed to be a bit nostalgic. âBut Gwen was not like this back then.â He sighed and suddenly teased him, âYouâre such a terrible man.
Youâve ruined a good woman.â
Weston shot him a sharp glare. âIâve never messed with her.â Henry snickered and did not comment further. âAnyway, if you really want Ella to have a safe life, itâs impossible to get around Guinevere. You have to sort it out. Otherwise, sheâll find out about Ella someday. Besides, theyâre working on the same set now. Guinevere can easily do something to Ella.â âI know.â The manâs mood was a little heavy. His brow twitched at the thought of the bruises on Stella the other day.
He ended the call and ordered the driver, âGo pick her up.â
It was the same place as last time. The car stopped at the crossroads. Stella ran to the front of the road after Roger went to school. She looked around and made sure no one was around before she got into the black luxury car.