Chapter 1109

Chapter 1109 Chapter 1109
Belle had spoken very well.
But Weston merely glanced indifferently at her and asked, “You‘re willing to do anything?”
“Yes!” Belle nodded repeatedly. “Anything! But I really don‘t want my feet chopped off, Mr. Ford...”
Weston lit up another cigarette, his fingers rubbing against each other lightly as he looked over to
Nicole.“ What about you?”
Nicole suddenly collapsed to the floor as if her soul had just escaped her body. Only then did she realize
that it had all been a trap.
She had assumed Weston had been kind to her and even paid off all her debts because he had taken a
fancy to her, or that at least he harbored some feelings for her.
Never did it occur to her that he had done all that just to provoke Guinevere , subsequently causing her
to attack them, which in turn, forced them to work with Weston in exchange for their own safety.
In their current position, they had no other choice but to do what Weston wanted. How else would they
escape Guinevere‘s clutches otherwise?
This man truly was terrifying, a thousand times more
terrifying than Guinevere Cohen, in fact. “How could you do this to me?!” she asked tearfully.“ Never
mind Belle, but what have I ever done to you to deserve this?!”
Even then, Nicole still thought of herself as a class above Belle or those other women like her. It would be perfectly understandable for Weston Ford to use and manipulate women like Belle, but Nicole
was different. She was pure and innocent. Why would he help her and build her up, only to shove her
down and drag her to hell?
Weston was in no mood to humor the naive sentiments of an immature woman. The cloud of smoke
curled upwards from the tip of his fingers, amalgamating with the facial features that made him seem
even more striking and intimidating
He narrowed his eyes and said, “I‘m sure you‘ve both heard of the oleander poisoning case.”
“Y–Yes...” Belle and Nicole answered simultaneously.
Weston paused.
“Belle,” he began again in a perfectly calm voice, not unlike a prowling lion slowly luring its prey, “you
have a history with Guinevere that made you hate her. That was why you‘ve always been planning to kill
her son...”
As soon as she heard this, Belle‘s eyes were as wide as
saucers. Her face turned sickly white, and she felt a chill down her back.
“B–But, Mr. Ford...”
Weston seemed oblivious to Belle‘s horrified face. He turned to Nicole and told her, “And you needed a
big sum of money to settle your debts. It just so happens that a sum of money has been transferred to
you from Belle‘s account. That‘s because you‘re her helper and her witness.”
Nicole was stupefied. She knew that Weston had given her a large sum of money so that she could go
back to school, but she had never thought about where that money came from,
She had always assumed that it had come from Weston without giving it much thought. Belle was suddenly struck with a realization. She crawled forward on her knees and asked, “Mr. Ford,
are you saying that you want us to take the blame for Stella Sealey?”
Weston raised his hand and massaged his eyebrows.
“You‘d be taking the blame for her if she was guilty,” he corrected her in an impatient tone, “but she is not
guilty.”
He glanced over at the two women on the floor and added, “If the situation ever gets too perilous for her,
I
want both of you to keep her safe, understand?”
“You mean…” Belle said with trembling lips, finally understanding the whole situation, “You‘ll try to get the
lightest sentence for her, but if that fails, then you want both of us to take the blame. Is that correct?”
Weston‘s true intentions were plain to see. He did not answer any more of their questions. All he did was
brush the ashes off his body and casually say, “Don‘t worry. Even if you‘re both needed in the end, my
team of lawyers will do whatever they can to fight for you. The worst that could happen is staying in
prison for a few years, that‘s all.”
With his piercing eyes, he raised his head and swept a glance over Belle and Nicole‘s faces.
“That‘s still a lot better than losing your limbs, right?”