Westonâs mocking snort only made Stella more uncomfortable.
Zeta wasnât wrong when she said she knew her body best. Why did he have to mock her?
Weston looked at her casually, and Stella whispered in his ear, âCan you wait for me outside?â
âDo you think I can?â Weston answered expressionlessly.
She had just tried to run away from the marriage yesterday. So it was only natural for Weston to take her with him wherever he went. He would not let her out of his sight ever again. Stella pressed her lips.
She understood him and promised, âDonât worry. I wonât run away again.â
She met Westonâs gaze and said solemnly, âI wonât do something stupid like yesterday again... Iâm no fool. Running away will do me no good.â
She sounded credible when she weighed the pros and cons, but Weston only looked at her indifferently and said nothing Stella was a little apprehensive, fearing that he would disagree. If he stayed beside her all the time, it would make her feel uncomfortable. After all, even the most intimate couples would feel awkward discussing such topics.
Zeta noticed their concerns and mentioned, âDonât worry. Sheâll be fine with me.â
She crossed her fingers and said, âHenry is in the hospital too. It seems that he was admitted yesterday because of some accident.â
âIs he around too?â
Stella was surprised to hear that. âDid something happen to him?â
Stella remembered that Henry was at their wedding yesterday. He seemed fine. Why was he hospitalized again? She thought Henry was recovering well.
âIâm not too sure. Iâll have to ask my colleagues in the emergency room.â Zeta said, âI think someone accidentally hit him, so he came for a detailed examination. I donât know the details.â
Stella nodded and turned to Weston. âArenât you close to him? Why donât you go over and see him?â
Weston laughed. âAre you trying to chase me away?â
âNo...â Stella tugged his sleeve. âI promise Iâll be good.â
Weston fixed his gaze on her and tried to look into her soul through her eyes. He stood up a moment later. âIâll pick you up in half an hour.â
After that, he turned and left the room.
The door of the room was closed.
Zeta glanced at the door and sighed in relief. âAs expected from Ahn Cityâs King of Hell. Heâs really intimidating...â
King of Hell?
It was Stellaâs first time hearing this nickname. She found it funny and asked, âKing of Hell? Are you talking about Weston?â âWho else?â Zeta laughed and said, âDonât you find him scary?â
Zeta used to think businessmen were always men of the world and nice people. However, Weston shattered her perception.
His authoritative aura was so scary and intimidating that he did not need to wear a nice face while doing business.
Others would undoubtedly listen to his command regardless of his words or actions. Instead, they treated his words like orders.
No one dared to provoke him.
After all, Weston had always been at the top of the pyramid after making a name for himself. He could make a lot of money from any of his projects. His followers would make a lot of money with him.
Just like others, he was from a prestigious family with a legacy that spanned decades, but no one else came close to him.
Henry was a bold man, but he was now a cripple, thanks to love. As a result, he spent years in a wheelchair. After the successful western suburbs project some time ago, many minor shareholders waiting to see the results trusted Weston for his strength.
The Ford Corporation was waiting for their new projects abroad to be approved. It was a matter of time before the Ford family surpassed its competitors and became the strongest in the country.
Even so, there were still too many concerns. It was a critical period for the Ford Corporationâs development. The Ford family would no longer be subject to the restraints and inhibitions of other families or competitions after bracing the storm of this period.
Zeta sighed emotionally and said, âWeston isnât a good man, but heâs still extremely competent and very driven.â