Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105Chapter 1105 “I won‘t be disturbing you with your work now,” said
Justin.
“Okay,” Tina replied simply, having no intention of sending him off. “Close the door behind you.”
Justin suddenly paused his steps. Hearing that reply from her made him head out of the studio without
even looking back.
Meanwhile, outside, Stella was already inside the car.
As Ben drove, he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“Who was that man, Mrs. Ford?”
“Professor Justin Hall,” Stella rested her chin on her hand and stared outside the window. “He used to
teach Roger.”
Ben was struck with guilt momentarily when he heard Roger‘s name and thus avoided Stella‘s eye
contact, “Oh, so that was Professor Hall, huh? No wonder he looked a little familiar...”
“Just a little?” Stella shot him a cold look. “I thought you should know him very well.”
Ben touched his nose and turned the steering wheel,
saying, “You must be kidding, Mrs. Ford.”
Stella did not question him any further , but judging by how possessive Weston was, she knew that even
the background of a male animal that got near her would be checked thoroughly, and since Ben was his
assistant, he should naturally know everything about it.
“I‘ll take you back to Stardust Mansion now, Mrs. Ford. Mr. Ford should almost be done dealing with the
rest. You‘ll have to appear in court tomorrow. Is there anything you‘re still unclear of?” Stella shook her
head, then nodded, saying, “Ms. Hampton has explained everything clearly to me.” “That‘s good.”
Ben had been driving in an orderly manner, but suddenly
Bang! A white Porsche had rushed up from the side and hit them.
“What‘s going on?” Ben frowned and unbuckled the seat belt to get out of the car to check on the
situation.
Just then, he saw someone familiar stepping out of the other car.
“Miss Cohen...” Ben was stunned for a moment. He was not expecting to see her here at all. “What are
you doing
here, Miss Cohen?” Guinevere seemed a little surprised as well. She was wearing sunglasses, and her high heels clinked as
she walked up toward him. “I was meeting a director in this area,” she replied.“ What are you doing
here?”
As she spoke, she took a peek at the car behind Ben and saw Stella inside. Then, it seemed a
realiziation hit her.
“So you brought her here to find a way to save her at the trial tomorrow, huh?”
Ben ignored her question and said, “I‘m sorry for hitting your car, Miss Cohen. Perhaps you can find out
the total cost of the repairs and send the bill directly to my email, or perhaps...”
Even though Guinevere had clearly crashed into Ben‘s car, he knew he should offer to shoulder the
blame based on social etiquette.
“That won‘t be necessary,” Guinevere refused generously, very satisfied with Ben‘s attitude. “It was all
my fault. I‘ll call my insurance company over now.”
Ben nodded.
At that point, Stella got out of the car and asked, “What‘s going on?” “Just wait in the car, Mrs. Ford. We‘ll
wait for the
insurance company to arrive, and I‘ll talk to them.”
Guinevere saw Stella, and she eyed her from top to bottom before strutting up to her with a sneer.
“It‘s been a while, Stella... Sealey...”
She uttered Stella‘s name slowly, hatred obviously pouring through her teeth, though she tried her best
to conceal it. Guinevere would never let Stella know how much she truly hated her because, to a woman, being hated
by another woman could be seen as an accomplishment and a form of compliment.
So far, Guinevere had always been the one who was hated. She had never hated anyone before; she
had only felt contempt for some.
It was precisely why she didn‘t want Stella to think that she ever gave her the time of day, yet at the
same time, ‘Guinevere wanted nothing more than to eliminate Stella.
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