Chapter 485

Although he was competing against Weston for the family inheritance, he did not forget his duty as an
uncle in a time like this, even when it came at the expense of family ties.

At the very least, he couldn’t allow anyone to get the opportunity to blame him because of such a stupid
reason. Stella snapped back to attention and yelled, “That’s enough!”

“Weston. You’ll kill him if you go on like this…” she pleaded.

Although Weston slowed down in his movements, he did not stop completely-his eyes were bloodshot
and filled with fearsome rage.

Stella took a deep breath and said with her voice quivering, “Don’t be like this. I’m afraid he’ll

Her words finally made Weston slowly release his hands. He shook out his wrists and spoke coldly
through gritted teeth at the man who was half-dead, “You really should pray that she is fine. Otherwise,
killing you a hundred times over today wouldn’t be enough to make up for it.”

The man’s face was covered with blood, and he could no longer speak properly. He could only
repeatedly stammer out his apologies as if traumatized by the beating, “I was wrong…don’t hit me…”

Weston called for a staff member to bring him away. He walked towards Stella and carefully gathered
her in his arms. “Are you all right?” Stella nodded, “I’m fine.”

Daisy and Chris were still behind him.

Daisy couldn’t help but step forward and say in a small voice, “I’m sorry, Mr. Ford. It’s all my fault. If it
weren’t for me, Ms. Steele wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”



Weston didn’t even bother looking up. He was only concerned with checking Stella’s body for wounds.
“Since you know that you’re trouble, then clean up your mess quickly. I don’t want to see this man
around any longer.” Daisy’s eyes shifted as if she understood what he meant. “I will clean things up
well.” He did not give her so much as a glance throughout their conversation. Instead, he simply hauled
Stella up in his arms and left.



Daisy’s eyes were filled with hurt, and she made a move to follow behind them, but she felt a sudden
weight on her shoulders.

She turned back and looked into a pair of curious eyes.

Chris looked straight into her eyes as his own narrowed, “You rejected me not because of that man just
now, not because of work, and not because of any other reason… do you fancy Weston?”

Daisy flung his arm away and cried, “Don’t talk nonsensel Mr. Ford is my boss. How could I have such
thoughts about him? I’m not one to seek office romance!” She reacted strongly, vastly different from her
usual calm and composed manner. His words were like a pebble rippling through a quiet and calm lake.
As much as she vehemently denied it, what else was there for Chris not to comprehend? He chuckled
and wiped the blood off his first. “There’s no need for you to deny it. I know a woman in love when I see
one.” He looked slightly disappointed. “I didn’t expect this at all. Just now, what I did to stand up for you
hardly gained your favor. Yet, Weston’s behavior was enough to break your heart and make you
miserable.” “I really don’t…” Daisy felt helpless. She still wanted to explain herself, but Chris clearly did
not believe her. “Since you claim that you don’t like him, prove it to me.” Daisy tightened her grip on the
bottom hem of her shirt. “How do you want me to prove it to you?” “You know what I want.”

Chris bent over and whispered something into her ear. His voice was low and hoarse as he coaxed
her.



He saw the ice in Daisy’s eyes melting, and the satisfaction of a predator conquering a prey emerged in
his heart.

He finally managed to get his hands on a woman who had been difficult to deal with from the start.

Nothing else could beat such a feeling of accomplishment for a predator like him.


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