Chapter 373

“Hayden was occupied today, so he had his colleague take over. You know Guinevere‘s
emotions are very unstable now. His colleague simply could not calm her down. She is driving all over
the town looking for that woman. I am not sure if she has found that woman or not. She has gotten rid of
all the bodyguards I sent to keep an eye on her. You should go and take care of her. If something
happens to her, you will need to answer to the Cohens.”

At that point, he paused for a moment. “If Ella‘s existence is exposed…”

He did not need to say the rest for Weston to understand.

Sure enough, there was a long silence on the other end.

Henry heard the sound of fabric rubbing, followed by the man‘s somewhat chilling reply.“ Okay. Keep an
eye on Guinevere, and I will take care of it.” “Alright.”

He hung up and sighed, rubbing his brows. When he looked out the windows, the thunderstorm was
raging, and the lightning struck.

The curtain was blown open suddenly. As he stood in front of the large floor–to–ceiling windows, his
distinct features looked pale and bloodless.

In the mansion. Weston did not avoid Stella when talking on the phone, so she heard their full
conversation. She was thinking about what to say.

He got dressed quickly and stood at the bedside before bending down and kissing her forehead. “I am
going out to take care of a matter, and I will be back soon. Someone will send you to the studio. Take
care of yourself.” He did not show an intention of leaving immediately after saying that. She looked at
him. “Is something wrong with Guinevere?”



The man did not reply but simply combed her hair to the back of her ears. “I will let you go today.” When
they were getting intimate, he could feel her repulsion.

The moment he touched her, she would tremble.

She did not say anything and looked down, as if deep in thoughts.

He lifted her chin and kissed her again on the corner of her mouth.

After a while, he left.

Joan was woken up by the noise. When she saw him dressed up and going downstairs in a hurry, she
was surprised. “Are you going out? It is raining outside.”

The man was in a hurry and did not have time to answer. She quickly said, “I will ask the chauffeur to
come here.” He took the car key in the hall. “No, I will drive myself.”

“Mr. Ford...” Joan wanted to say something, but he had already left.

“Is it something urgent?” she mumbled, her eyes filled with worry:

She glanced at the clock to see that it was one o‘clock in the morning.

She yawned and wanted to go back to sleep. When she suddenly saw Stella standing behind her, she
gasped in shock. “Ms. Steele, why are you standing there without making a sound!” Stella did not say
anything and walked down the stairs. Only then did Joan come back to her senses. “What happened to
Mr. Ford? He left in such a hurry...” Stella shook her head. “I don‘t know.”

Joan wanted to ask further, but she closed her mouth in the end.



She planned to go back to her room, but she thought of something and asked, “Do you want to eat
something? The food I made last night is still warm. Do you want some?” Stella did not refuse, so Joan
went to the kitchen. Stella sat in the living room. She was listening to the sound of the thunderstorm
while thinking.

On the rainy night, a red Maserati raced through a deserted highway outside the town. Behind it was a
black Cullinan, followed by another white Porsche. The black car suddenly accelerated and forced the
red Maserati to a stop on the road ahead.


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