Chapter 770

There was a stark difference between them in physical strength and figure. Stella could not shake him
in the slightest. His disgusting breath that came near engulfed her.

Stella closed her eyes in pain. A tear dropped from the corner of her eye as she trembled. Humiliation,
despair, and hatred had all mixed together and stirred up into a complicated emotion in her.

So disgusting… So disgusting… So disgusting…’ Stella thought in her mind. Then, a loud bang
sounded. Someone had suddenly kicked open the door from outside.

A harsh light suddenly filled the space, illuminating the rising dust all around. A tall figure appeared at
the end of the light.

The room door was broken and kicked down on the floor. There were still specks of light in the air as
the man’s face became clear in the haze of dust.

Stella was in a trance. When she saw the familiar face emerge in the light, she felt like she was still
dreaming.

Weston stood there with his back to the light in the dim

and shadowy place. The aura around him was murderous and forbearing. She could sense a vague
hostility from him.

The moment he rushed in, it was as if time had frozen.

Stella did not blink and kept staring at him. She almost forgot to move her eyes. After a short moment,
she finally felt her dry eyes and a surge of tears that streamed down her cheek. Little by little, her tears
ran down her chin and into her collarbone.



She cried.

She cried silently and did not dare to make a sound. She kept biting her lower lips and swallowed all
her sobs.

The perpetrator , who was still on top of her, froze for a moment. He stared blankly at the fierce
Weston, who had a murderous aura around him, standing at the door.

Weston had a delicate and handsome face, but his eyes were icy and cold. It was as if he was a reaper
that had come from hell. Weston’s hostility had shocked him so much that he had forgotten how to
react. He stared at Weston blankly as the latter walked toward him.

The man on top of Stella did not move. He seemed too stunned to move. His fat hand was still on
Stella’s waist. He looked like he was about to pull her pants down. The perpetrator’s frozen posture
caught Weston’s attention and made him furious. Emotions deeper than fury and a desire to kill
permeated Weston’s red eyes.

Every step he took was like walking on a sharp blade.

The perpetrator became nervous and did not dare to breathe. At last, Weston stopped in front of him.

The perpetrator finally returned to his senses and slowly said, “W-Who are… Argh!”

A staggering scream came from the room. It was so loud that it could penetrate the walls. The people
outside could hear the wailing inside. Stella stiffened and closed her eyes for good.

As the fat man collapsed, the force on top of her body was finally gone. She hurriedly stood up and hid
in the corner. She cowered and curled up into a ball.

The fat man let out a loud howl in pain that resonated across the room.



The incessant sound of punches landing on the fat man continued.

From the shadows on the wall, Stella could tell how hard Weston was punching him. He kept punching
him continuously without stopping.

Stella hugged herself tighter. She bit her lower lips and tried to ignore the scene next to her. The fat
man’s painful howls eventually faded to a breathless wail. He begged for mercy weakly, but Weston
never stopped. He kept punching him while glaring at him. It was as if he wanted to kill him.


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