Chapter 309


    Chapter 309


    That was when Guinevere took a good look at her face, and her brows furrowed. “How


    old are you?” she suddenly asked. Be knelt on the floor and trembled, tears streaking down her


    face, “Slightly


    over 20... I was wrong! I was just trying to make a living for myself. Ms. Cohen, please spare me!”


    Women like her knew when it was time to bow down.


    The more Guinevere looked at her, the more she realized that Be resembled someone else. A nasty


    expression emerged on her face. “When did things begin between you and Weston?” “It hasn‘t been lo


    ng... we‘ve only met in private a few times after that. Also...also...” Be halted, somehow unable to go


    on. Guinevere‘s eyes darkened. “Why aren‘t you speaking? Do you need my help to open yourmouth?”


    Be said with self–depreciation, “Nothing happened between Mr. Ford and me. He never touched


    me…” Everyone in the dressing room fell silent at her words. Guinevere remained still and unmoved.


    It came as a surprise for her, but somehow, it was something she had expected. Ordinary


    men wouldn‘t just leave their mistress at the side and do nothing to them. They were all adults


    and knew clearly–what else could happen between a man


    and woman? But Weston was no ordinary man. Guinevere


    had never been able to guess what was in his mind.


    Having made it public knowledge that he had kept


    mistresses, it was a p to Guinevere‘s face. Yet, he didn‘t touch her at all... It was exactly like how he


    treated herself –


    he had clearly promised to marry her, but he had never cozied to her from the very beginning... If it wer


    en‘t for Ste‘s pregnancy, she would‘ve suspected that Weston must


    be suffering from some condition.


    Or perhaps he just hated sex. But now


    that Ste was dead, was Weston never intending to be physically intimate with another woman for the


    rest of his life?


    “What did both of you do in private if he never touched you?”


    Be replied to her honestly, “I would sometimes sing or dance for Mr. Ford, but he never seemed to lik


    e anything I did...”


    Guinevere sneered. “If he didn‘t like you but still kept you as his woman, was he


    being charitable by spending all that money on you?”


    Guinevere‘s face turned nasty, and it made Be tremble in fear.


    She had personally witnessed how ruthless this woman could be and knew she was capable of doing a


    nything, especially through the people she had brought along with her. She was clearly a well–


    known celebrity, yet her behavior mirrored that of a barbaric cavewoman.


    Her bodyguard waved a small de around and Be


    shut her eyes in fright. “I really have no idea! The first


    time I met Mr. Ford, he didn‘t seem to treat me very differently. He just looked at my face and said that I


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    Although Guinevere knew that Weston wasn‘t serious about this woman, Be‘s words caused fury to bu


    She walked towards her, lifted her chin, and looked closely at her face. Realization dawned upon her as


    resembled Ste Sealey. Notably, it was the look of pure innocence in her eyes, save for that sliver of st


    It was also obvious that Be had surgically enhanced her facial features to make


    them more delicate, though Guinevere couldn‘t deny that the oue was natural and very well–


    done.


    Most men would‘ve been oblivious to the change, but a woman could tell at a nce.