Warren gave Weston a piece of serious advice.
âWomen need to be coaxed. Go and make her happy before itâs too late. Buy her some gifts or jewelry.
Otherwise, sheâd stay angry at you.â
As he said that, he suddenly yawned. âIâm old and easily tired. Letâs stop here today. You should quickly go and get her back.â
âOkay, Grandpa . Have a good rest.â Weston got up and watched as Warren left.
After that, at the study on the second floor.
Xavier was inside the study and casually flipping through a book. When he saw Warren come in, he grunted, âAre you done with chess?â
Warren glared at him. âDidnât you hear everything? Why are you asking a question you know the answer to?â
Although Warren had given him a serious reprimand and punishment not long ago, he still could not have anything against him. After all, he was only blessed with Xavier in his fifties.
Xavier nodded. âYeah, I heard it all.â
He did not expect this. Ella was so precious to Weston, but he actually threw her out. His eyes deepened. Then, he suddenly smiled because he knew someone who would be happy to hear this.
Guinevere was impatient when Xavier called her. âWhat does Ellaâs matter have to do with me?â
Xavier reminded her, âItâs a good time for you to get your revenge. Whenever Weston is around her, you canât even lay a finger on her.â Guinevere scolded him, âWho do you think I am? Why would I compete with a woman like that?!â
After saying that, she hung up the phone. Her eyes instantly turned maliciously grim.
She looked at the darkened cell phone screen. After a while, she sent a text message.
She had known Weston would get tired of a woman like Ella eventually. The two had been together for less than a year. There she was, already running away from him.
In that case, she would help them out. It was time to get Ella out of Westonâs world for good.
Stella searched for a whole day and still could not find a place to stay. It seemed like Westonâs authority was greater than she had thought.
She dragged her luggage and looked at the crowded street with a bitter smile. In the end, she dragged her luggage and went back to the small hotel she saw in Midtown earlier.
It was late at night.
The woman from earlier saw her coming in. She took a drag from the cigarette in her mouth and looked behind Stella. She noticed she did not have any men with her and asked, âSo, you still want to stay here?â
Stella nodded. She said, âI canât use my identification now âThatâs fine!â
The hotel owner took the cigarette out of her mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke. âJust donât bring anyone strange in.â
Although her place had always been shady, the law enforcement had been strict lately. They must not be caught in the act.
She turned on the computer that looked dated. Then, she typed a little and took out a piece of hard paper that looked like it had been torn from a cigarette box. She wrote a series of numbers on it and handed it to Stella.
âThis is your new ID. In case someone comes to check, tell them this. They wonât make it difficult for you.â
Stella could not understand, but she still took it and thanked the lady. The lady then handed her the keys.
Stella stared at it for a few moments. It was not a room card but a traditional key. It was not very secure.
When she went to open the room door, she realized that anyone could push the door open with just a little brute force. The key might not be needed at all.
There was also an obvious stench in the room.