Chapter 772

Weston pursed his lips and looked at her with a fixed gaze and deep eyes. He only had her reflections
in his eyes. ‘I should not have left her alone in that place,’ Weston thought. If he had not let her stay out
there alone, Guinevere would not have gotten the chance to hurt her, and the incident today would not
have happened.

He suddenly recalled the day Stella had leaped from the rooftop. He could not help feeling like he
would lose her again after he had learned that she had disappeared from the hotel.

He had already lost her once. He could not bear to lose her again. It was too tormenting for him. That
feeling of loss never left him, but fortunately, she was still here. Fortunately, she was still unharmed.

Weston breathed a sigh and picked her up. He adjusted her position so that she was more comfortable
in his arms.

“I won’t let you go again,” he said, as if to soothe her. It also sounded like a vow.

Ben stood at the door and controlled the traffic in and out. They had sealed off the bar.

No one was allowed to leave without permission.

When Stella had calmed down a little, Weston gave Ben a look.

Ben understood at once. After that, a few bodyguards came in to drag the half-dead man away. Weston
had indeed used all his force to beat him up. That man lay lifelessly on the ground like he was already
dead. He could not resist when the bodyguards lifted him and dragged him to the floor. Stella took a
deep breath and finally came to her senses.



“Stella,” Weston called out to her. When he looked down and saw her torn clothes and unzipped zipper,
his eyes turned grim. Those people deserved to die.

The man in the summer shirt was dragged away.

Ben stood in front of him. He could not resist, so he turned around and kicked him hard in the stomach.

“You piece of sh*t!” He cursed angrily and grabbed him by his collar. When he saw his hands, it felt like
an eyesore.

Ben wanted to break his arms too, but he was one step too late.

Weston had broken the man’s arms earlier. Both his arms were hanging limply there. It was obvious
that Weston had tortured him hard.

That explained why he had already passed out. He did not show a single response to their rough
treatment.

“You piece of sh*t. How dare you hurt Mrs. Ford!”

Ben felt that his punishment was not enough. He pulled a knife out of his palm and lifted the man’s
hand. Then, he slashed the man’s palm a little by a little and let the blood drip

“I’ll cripple your arms for Mr. Ford today!”

Weston had already broken his hands earlier. Even so, Ben’s action still caused him great pain. As
expected, the man, who had passed out earlier, woke up in pain the next second and howled.

“Oww!” His face was pale. He looked like he was taking his last breath as beads of sweat rolled down
his face.



He barely had the strength to say the words to beg for mercy. He could only stare at the man in front of
him with blurry eyes while the corners of his mouth kept twitching

Stella suddenly looked up from Weston’s arm at the sound of his voice. She just kept staring at the
scene before her.

Weston looked down at her and furrowed his brows slightly. Immediately, he used his hand to cover her
eyes.

“Don’t look, Stella.”


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