Chapter 913

Weston‘s large palm slowly tightened as he looked into her eyes. “Do you really think you won‘t have to
pay for running away on the wedding day?”

Stella spoke, trembling slightly, “What price do you want me to pay?”

At this point, she was unexpectedly calm.

It wasn‘t like she hadn‘t thought about the consequences , but she never expected him to find her in such
a short period of time.

But even in that short period, the wedding had already begun.

She never expected him to come to find her, regardless of the wedding.

The more she pretended she was calm, the angrier he became.

“Where are you going to escape to? Abroad? Then, you‘ll go find Roger?”

Weston seemed to have everything under control. “Do you think you can find him in Compassvale?”

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she livened up a little. “What do you mean? What did you do to him?!”

He sneered, and with eyes filled with mockery, he said, “Don‘t think I don‘t know the relationship between
you and him.”

He lowered his voice, and it resounded in her ear. “He‘s not your brother, and he thinks of you in such a
way...

“Stella, do you think I‘m a fool and know nothing?”



“Shut up!”

She pushed him away, but he didn‘t budge. So, she took a few steps back, her breathing suddenly
becoming disordered. “Who told you that? There‘s no such thing...”

“Stop lying.”

Weston rubbed the corner of his mouth with his finger and stared at her intently. “You know I have the
power to make him disappear.

“I did all these myself and wanted to run away on my own. Don‘t involve the innocent. He doesn‘t know
anything!”

Finally, Stella was displaying some emotion.

Previously, she planned to let him do whatever he wanted to her even if she got caught. But just now, he
said that Roger was still in the country...

He was in Weston‘s hands. He didn‘t even go back to Compassvale.

Realizing this made her lose all her cool.

“Just as I thought. Only he could make you this emotional.”

Instead of being angry, a smile appeared on his face as he walked up to her slowly. “In your heart, has
he always been more important than me?”

Weston towered over her, looking even more perfect than usual.

His jet–black hair was slicked back neatly, revealing a smooth forehead, a sharp nose, and an
overpowering aura. At this time, he looked even more mature and attractive than he usually did.



“The more you worry about him, the more I want something to happen to him. What should I do?”

The gentle beast had lifted its tender appearance, gradually revealing its tapered fangs.

Since they had been getting along so well, Stella almost forgot how cruel Weston used to be.

He had always been merciless, coercing cooperation out of people instead of going against him.

She should have known long ago that his gentleness was merely an act.

Her eyes softened, pleading, as she begged. “Don‘t hurt him, I beg you...”

The man‘s eyes suddenly trembled and narrowed dangerously.

He never expected Stella‘s first time begging him would be under such circumstances.

“You‘re begging me for him?”

Weston tore off the bow tie and tied it to her wrist, and his eyes darkened slightly. “You really know how
to provoke me.”

Stella pursed her lips and took a deep breath. “I know I‘m in no position to negotiate with you, but I will
do whatever you want if you don‘t hurt him.”

“What if I refuse?” Weston said slowly.

“Then, hurt me too.”

She was pale, but she still smiled. “I‘ll have nothing to lose if Roger is gone.”




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