Chapter 635: Chapter 636

Although Chris Ford was the most desired man among the popular actresses in his heydey; his heart was set on Wendy Thomas and no one else.

Wendy was a normal working-class girl who somehow found her way into the entertainment industry because of her stunning looks. She didn’t just have luck on her side, as she also happened to be an incredibly talented actress. Unsurprisingly, she quickly gained a foothold in the entertainment industry and achieved superstardom at a young age. Soon afterward, she married into one of the country’s wealthiest and most prestigious families, cementing her position at the top of the social pyramid.

In fact, her love story with Chris Ford back then was much talked about, and their wedding was so lavish that it was considered the wedding of the century. “What an enviable woman!” Yvonne exclaimed . “She’s really got it all, hasn’t she? A successful career and a happy family… and unlike other celebrities who married into rich families, she didn’t keep on pumping out baby after baby. Instead, she only ever had one child, who had turned out even more impressive than both his parents!”

Stella said nothing, only wearing a thin smile on her face.

“Oops…” Yvonne slapped her forehead, finally realizing her mistake. “I totally forgot… I shouldn’t have mentioned Weston Ford. Sorry.”

She was so excited when she saw the legendary Wendy Thomas that she completely overlooked the fact that her son was Weston Ford, the man forcing Ella to be with him against her will.

To think that she even praised him to the skies! His horrible treatment of Ella alone was bad enough to negate all of his accomplishments!

“Bah!” Yvonne spat. “Forget what I just said! It doesn’t matter how impressive he is when he’s a total a**hole!”

“I see you changed your mind pretty quickly!” Stella observed, laughing.

Yvonne’s expression suddenly changed.

“How have you been getting on lately?” she asked Stella, not referring to her career, of course, but her relationship with Weston.

Stella’s eyes flickered.

“I think Guinevere Cohen has found out about us,” she said.

“What?” Yvonne gasped so dramatically that everyone around them turned their heads towards her.

“But how did she find out?” she asked, her voice a lot more subdued this time.

Stella shook her head silently.

“Has she done anything to you?” Yvonne asked anxiously. Just as she finished her sentence, she realized how dumb her question was, so she quickly added, “Oh, my God! She must’ve tried to kill you or something! Are you sure you’re okay?”

“She hasn’t done anything to me,” Stella pursed her lips.

“No way!” Yvonne responded incredulously. “We’re in the same social circle, so I know her! You have no idea how possessive she is over Weston Ford! It’s not just because of his cold personality that no one dares to even go near him; it’s partly Guinevere’s doing too! She would never let any other woman touch her man! I simply can’t believe she hasn’t given you any trouble yet!” “Who knows why,” Stella shrugged. She had no desire to talk about those two anymore. “This is all Weston Ford’s fault!” Yvonne berated, indignant on her friend’s behalf. “No matter how you look at it, none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for him! So he should be the one to deal with this! You’re powerless now. You can’t possibly stand up against Guinevere Cohen on your own!”

Yvonne balled up her fists in rage and continued, “If he still wants to call himself a man, he would never let Guinvere do anything to you!”

At that moment, the waitress brought their dessert to the table. Stella had just drank a full cup of chamomile tea, and she had now lost her appetite.

“All I really want from him is to set me free,” she said, poking at the custard with the tiny spoon.

Just then, as she glanced outside the window, she saw a familiar figure flashing across her view, and her gaze instantly locked on it.

“What’s wrong?” Yvonne asked, sensing something wrong.

Stella turned to Yvonne and, without changing her expression , replied, “Nothing, just someone following me around…”

“Who is it?” Yvonne was now nervous. “Did Guinevere send someone to follow you?”

“No. It’s Weston Ford.”

“What?” Yvonne raised her brows, perplexed. “Why on earth would he do that?”