Chapter 83


    Chapter 83 That was why when everyone saw him enter the room again, they were all struck with fear


    and no one dared to even breathe, thinking that he had returned to settle scores.


    He brought a cold, foreboding air around him into the room. “Bring some women over.” He added


    coldly, “I want women who know how to serve well.


    The manager was stunned for a moment, thinking that he must have misheard Weston. This was Lowe


    Garden, a ce chock full of beautiful women. Some even call this a mini version of the entertainment


    industry, where all sorts of beauties could be found. He wouldn’t have any doubts if it were anyone else


    who raised such a request. Almost every other significant figure of the entertainment industry would


    come here for a good time. They naturally knew who Weston Ford was, and the consumption habits


    and preferences of most people who came here. However, a man like Weston did not fancy being


    surrounded by hordes of women. As such, he wouldn’t arrange too many women in drinking and merry-


    making sessions in which Weston bothered to make an appearance in. Yet, that was what he was


    specifically requesting for right this moment!


    How rare. “Mr. Ford, what kind of women do you like? I’ll make arrangements pronto!” Weston nced


    at him wordlessly, and the manager immediately got the hint. “Send the most beautiful women we have


    here for Mr. Ford’s selection! I want the cleanest and prettiest, do you hear me?”  shut his eyes


    Weston settled down just now.


    he look on Ste’s face from


    Heid the back of his hand in the middle of his brows and suddenly flung a wine ss on the floor.


    Everyone fell silent, not daring to say a word.


    Until the door of the private room was thrown open and in came a row of all sorts of beauties who stood


    in a neat row.


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    Weston nced past all of them, his face turning colder. “Scram, all of you.” The manager was


    immediately put in a difficult spot.


    All the women he presented were of top quality, and some of them were even starlets of the


    entertainment who were willing toe over only because of Weston. To think that he didn’t fancy


    even one of them!


    His fiancé was Guinevere Cohen, after all, the top beauty of the entertainment circle. It was reasonable


    that none of these beauties met his standards.


    However, there was only one Guinevere Cohen in the world. Finding a woman as beautiful as her was


    easier said than done.


    What’s more, there were some amidst the group ofdies sent in earlier who didn’t pale in


    At that moment, the manager felt lost as to the kind of woman that Weston was looking for. Suddenly,


    someone stood up and whispered something in his ear.


    The manager looked in doubt at him and saw the other man nod affirmatively in response. With that,


    the manager left the room. A whileter, he brought in another group ofdies who all looked decently


    pretty, but clearly belonged to a particr type. The type with delicate, fresh features that were


    pleasant to look at, and faces that looked pure and innocent, just like Ste Sealey.


    This time round, after taking a quick nce at all of them, instead of telling all of them to scram,


    Weston pointed to one of thedies standing in the middle. “Come over.” It seemed like he was finally


    satisfied. The manager heaved a sigh of relief. The man sitting at the side exchanged nces with the


    manager. When he saw Weston returning alone without the woman, he had a guess as to what had


    transpired.


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    Women were all the same – As long as they were pretty, it was a matter of preference in terms of type


    and style. Weston probably fancied women of such type. Even he thought so, too. He looked at the


    woman who resembled Ste walking slowly towards him.


    Even the way she walked somehow looked like Ste.


    Weston’s brows quivered imperceptibly, and he asked in a mysterious , deep voice, “What’s your


    name?”


    The woman lowered her head and said softly, Weston lifted her chin, “Did you say Be “No, Belle…”


    The sight of the man’s eyes turning cold made the woman quiver and swallow her words, “No! I meant


    yes, Be…” Weston narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. “Be.”