Chapter 69: Chapter 69

It seemed that Stella couldn’t get away that easily now. She would have to adapt as best as she could Weston was one of the last to get inside the private lounge. It wasn’t that he intended to keep everyone waiting, but those people wouldn’t dare to keep him waiting, so everyone hurried inside before he did.

The man who had been so bold and vicious in front of her was completely changed when facing Weston. He was now grinning obsequiously as he held out a cigar.

“Would you like one, Mr. Ford?” he asked. Weston glanced at him briefly and took the cigar, holding it between his fingers. He then sat down in the middle of the sofa, resting his long arms on the backrest.

His muscular forearms were on show as the cigar swayed between his fingers. The man smiled when he saw that his offering was accepted. “Allow me to light it,” he said before pulling out a lighter and kneeling in front of Weston. But before he could light the cigar, Weston stared coldly at him and hissed, “You?” The man was confused, so he just nodded. Weston smirked and snorted. “You’re spoiling my mood,” he told the man He then stretched his body languidly, giving off an inexplicably sinister vibe. He squinted and focused his gaze on Stella. It was a simple gesture, but the man immediately understood Weston’s intentions. “I understand, Mr. Ford!” he said as he stood back up. He turned towards Stella as if a mask had fallen off his face. The smile vanished instantly, replaced by a severe and condescending look. “What are you waiting for?” he barked. “Get over here and light Mr. Ford’s cigar!” Stella’s face got paler and paler. She slowly walked toward Weston and stood silently right in front of him.

“I don’t have a lighter,” she said. It was then that Weston could finally get a good look at her. When he heard her voice just now, he thought he must’ve been mistaken, but it turned out that it really was Stella.

He said nothing but gestured towards the man by raising his chin slightly. The man immediately understood what he meant and quickly handed Stella his lighter. “Here,” the man said. “You know how to use it, don’t you?”

Stella pursed her lips and took the lighter without showing any emotions. She took a deep breath and pushed the metal buckle down with her thumb. A faint blue flame emerged.

Stella reached out her hand towards the cigar to light it, but Weston suddenly withdrew his hand, bringing the cigar away from the lighter.

This caused Stella to look up at Weston. She glared straight into his eyes, full of fury.

But this only amused Weston. He smiled ever so slightly. “So you’re not willing to see me,” he whispered in a voice that only the two could hear. “But you’re willing to sell your body?”

Those words cut through Stella’s heart like a hot knife. She took another deep breath, and her nails dug into her flesh as she summoned all her willpower to stay in control of her emotions.

“I’m only here for an interview,” she explained as calmly as she could. “I have no idea how things turned out this way.”

“Interview?” Weston raised his brows. “I didn’t know you’d need an interview for this type of job.”

He raised Stella’s chin and leaned over so close that his lips lightly brushed against Stella’s ear. “All you have to do is strip and lie on the bed, right?” he whispered.

Stella scowled at him with fire in his eyes.

Weston only responded by smirking and leaning back against the sofa. His eyes peered down at her wantonly as he stretched one arm out towards her. “Light the cigar,” he ordered.