Chapter 1057

Chapter 1057Chapter 1057 Ben was already getting anxious as he waited outside, pacing back and forth in front of the
car.
However, he was relieved when he saw Stella rushing out to him.
“Mrs. Ford, can we go now?”
She nodded. “Let‘s go back.”
He gave her a nod, but he had a feeling that something was wrong with her.
Although she was already very depressed from the beginning , he felt she looked even worse now, as if
her heart had turned into ashes.
Everything seemed not to matter to her anymore. There was a kind of desperate silence that could be
seen in her.
“Is something wrong?” Ben couldn‘t help but ask.
Stella shook her head. Her expression was so frigid one might even say that it was the epitome of a
gloomy day.”
It’s nothing. Go back to the villa.”
She went to her room as soon as she got out of the car, and Ben immediately told Weston about the
incident today.
“Nothing happened in particular. It’s just that she
doesn‘t look very happy.
“Mrs. Ford seemed very emotional when she got out of the private room after talking to Michael,” he
confessed.
Although Stella said she was meeting Diana , Diana and Michael were a loving couple with a strong
relationship. Michael was Stella‘s uncle, so Ben didn‘t think there was anything wrong with his presence
there.
After getting Weston‘s order, Ben explained to his driver to pick him up from the mansion.
Ford Corporation‘s sudden calling for a shareholders‘ meeting meant Warren was about to make a big
move.
On the balcony , Weston hung up the phone and turned around, only to see Guinevere standing behind
him, wanting to say something
Guinevere was carrying a fruit platter and said gently, “ Grandfather and the others are still waiting for
you...” She was in a long white dress with a thin tulle that accentuated her beautiful figure.
Her hair was meticulously styled into an elegant updo, and her face was lightly applied with makeup. She
looked gentle and lovely, and it could be seen at first glance that she had put in a lot of effort to doll up.
“Who were you talking to?” she asked carefully.
Weston swept a glance at her and put his phone into his pocket without answering her question. “Let‘s
go inside.”
He had only accommodated her a little more in the few days after Zachary‘s death, but he now treated
her as he did before, neither cold nor warm.
Guinevere‘s heart ached, and she called out to him from behind. “Weston, must you cover up for
Stella?”
He frowned but pretended not to hear it.
He did not want to argue with her about this matter.
She put the fruit platter on the railing beside her, looked at his back, and smiled bitterly.
“I hate her to the extent of wishing she would die, but...”
She turned the conversation sharply, touched her exposed arms, and laughed sarcastically. “I don‘t want
to see you in a dilemma.”
She lowered her head and inhaled lightly. “Grandfather has solid evidence. Unsurprisingly, Stella will at
least get one life sentence.” Weston didn‘t even look at her once. Sunlight shone on him, extending his
already lanky figure into an infinite shadow as he stood indifferently and coldly on the balcony. He said coolly, “You are not the judge. Don‘t tell me that here.”
“Weston!”
Seeing that he stopped and was about to leave again, Guinevere‘s eyes turned red. She grabbed his
wrist from the back and looked at his back pleadingly. “I will not say this again. I just want you to be
happy... can’t you understand?”
She took a deep breath. “If you can really be happy if you are together with Stella , I am willing to let you
go. But now, she is not willing to be together with you!”
“She killed Zachary. Who will be her next target? You know she hates us. She hates me, and she hates
you even more!”
“She just killed Zachary. What if she tries to kill you one day?”
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