Chapter 60
Now, she had a temperament that contrasted starkly with that of the past.
Weston knew that clearly, but he did not want her to get used to behaving like this.
He could only accept people obeying his orders. He still preferred how submissive she used to be.
“I repeat: Get in the car.”
The silvery black luxury car inched forward alongside the lone woman walking on the road.
Weston followed right next to her, staring straight ahead without looking at her, “Stella Sealey, don’t be a fool.”
He gave an ultimatum, “There are no taxis for hire around. Do you intend to just walk home?”
Stella slowed down in her steps and looked at him, “So what? What does it have to do with
you?”
Upon her words, an engine revving rang into the night sky.
Weston stepped on the accelerator and sped off without a word.
In the wake of the smell of burnt rubber and flying dust, Stella was stunned for a moment by the car that left so suddenly, then she chuckled self-derisively.
Weston Ford was the same as always, a man so arrogant that he cared for no one else aside from himself.
The fact that he could tolerate her repeated attempts to challenge his authority already exceeded her expectations of him.
She looked around her. Indeed, there was no one around, not even a single car.
It took around one hour to drive here from the city, based on her estimation.
Stella exhaled aloud and pulled out her phone to navigate her way out of the neighborhood.
She had just taken a few steps when a silvery gray car stopped right next to her.
“Hey, beautiful. You’re all alone?”
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