Chapter 483

Chris was a relatively good fighter, and he managed to bring the man down after a while. Recalling that
there was a woman standing behind him, he looked at Daisy with annoyance.” Make yourself clear. Are
you breaking up with this man today?” He never knew that Daisy was in such a terrible relationship.
Why was she willing to be with someone so unsavory, someone who had, in turn, rejected him so many
times?”

How was he inferior to this man? He felt a deep wave of disappointment engulf him. Although he
originally didn’t harbor deep feelings for this woman, he now felt utterly wronged and aggrieved. “If you
continue missing him and going back to him, I’ll never interfere in your affairs from now on. If you intend
to make a clean break, I’ll make sure you keep your word and won’t let this go until it happens!” He
could tell that Daisy really wanted to break things off with this man, just that she lacked the resolve to

He had never seen a woman like that in his life.

The women who surrounded him were all open-minded and were willing to let things slide. They
weren’t clingy and wearisome and knew how to keep the relationship transactional-a win-win for all
parties.

This was his first time seeing someone as foolish as Daisy. Daisy’s eyes turned red as she looked at
the menacing look on the man’s face. Determination washed over her as she took a deep breath. “I
planned on breaking up with him, but he didn’t agree to it.”

“All right, I got it.”

Chris rubbed his wrists and flung the man aside ruthlessly. “Run as far away as you can and don’t let
me see you ever again. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up each time I see you.” The man, disgruntled, crawled
up from the ground and spat out some blood. Yet, there was nothing he could do in face of the



tempestuous Chris except to concede for the moment. He glared at Daisy and warned, “Daisy, just you
wait! You’ll regret this someday!” Chris lurched towards the man, as if planning to strike him again. That
was when the man finally stumbled out of the place.



The direction he left in was the direction that Stella walked from. When she saw a man leaving in fury,
she instinctively dodged aside.

Without anywhere to vent his anger, the man felt frustration rising in him upon seeing a beautiful
woman who was a stranger to him.

“You women are all nasty creatures!” He even deliberately bumped hard into her. Stella, unable to
avoid the incoming force, bumped into a huge vase behind her. She gasped, feeling pain so severe that
it made her see stars. The vase wobbled and crashed loudly onto the floor. Weston lifted his head and
looked in her direction. When he saw Stella, he shuddered and rushed to her side. “Stella!” Weston
carried her in his arms, his brows tightly knotted with anxiety. “Are you hurt? Do you feel bad? I’ll bring
you to the hospital…”

With that, he hauled her into his arms.

Stella shook her head.

She bore with the incoming wave of pain and took some time to recover. She collected herself and
said, “I’m fine. Someone just bumped into me…”

“Where did he hit you?” Weston’s voice was tense.

If they weren’t in a public place, Stella suspected that he might’ve just torn her clothes open to check
her injuries.



She pressed against his wrist as searing pain shot through her, yet she insisted that she was fine.

Weston’s face darkened as heartache and anger intertwined inside him. His face contorted with
frightening anger, “He better pray hard that you’re fine.”


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