Chapter 943
Weston was only in his thirties, but he was fighting for a slice of pie from the old foxes in their fifties and sixties.
This made him a formidable competitor and a very influential figure. Stella smiled a little but showed no joy in her eyes.
"I didn't know he had such a reputation..."
"Alright. Let's not talk about him." Seeing her lack of interest, Zeta switched back to the main topic.
"He said you were better for a while... Why did it suddenly get worse?” Stella furrowed her brow.
"I don't really know either. Last night, I just felt like I couldn't accept him at all.” Stella was much more relaxed without Weston around. As it was only her and Zeta, she didn't feel as inhibited as she did. Stella put her hands on her forehead, and suddenly, a massive wave of fatigue descended upon her.
"In the past year, I've been acting in front of him. My acting turned out to be believable because of the medication. Even on the occasional times when we'd do it without medication, I endured it until it was over.”
"Hmm..." Zeta listened and tapped on the keyboard.
" And what was the reason you got better before?”
"Because he..." Stella paused and hesitated a little.
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