Chapter 310
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310 “You did that on purpose!” The first thought that popped into Guinevere‘s mind was that Be had d
eliberately enhanced her facial features to resemble Ste!
Be was confused. “Did what on purpose?”
Guinevere shook her head and calmed herself down, chasing the ridiculous thought away from her min
d.
However,
on second thought, Ste had been dead for so long, so why would she even be in the picture? But the
sight of such a familiar–
looking face made Guinevere unable to fool herself any longer. Guinevere didn‘t know whether Weston
simply had a taste for suchdies, or that he was looking for a recement for Ste.
If he was, didn‘t that mean that... he had really fallen for Ste? Despite her being dead, he was still in
search of her shadows,
It had to be the reason he would stoop so low and interact with a woman as lowly as Be,
Guinevere‘s mind was a mess, but it did not stop her from leaving Be some harsh threats.
She gave the manager a look before leaving the ce. The manager immediately got the hint. “Don‘t w
orry, Ms. Cohen, I won‘t let anyone else know about what happened today...”
After
she left, the manager warned Be, “Bring what happened today to your grave, and don‘t you dare let
Mr. Ford know about it! Do you understand?”
He had dealt with many such incidents before and seeing official wivesing over to confront kept mi
stresses was a daily affair for him. However, he knew that it was a bottomless pit, where
there would be a line of endless mistresses that were impossible topletely eliminate, as long as
the husband did not control himself.
Some men would choose to side with their wives, while others with their mistresses.
However, as long as a man proactively hid such things from his wife, it was a clear indication that he w
ould rather maintain peace and harmony on the surface and keep trouble at bay. His wife and mistress
es could create as much trouble as they liked, as long as they didn‘t do it in his face.
Sometimes, men were simple
creatures of practicality. Often aware of everything, men were also capable of pretending to know nothi
ng, as long as their
women maintained harmony on the surface and brought no trouble. It was in the nature of all
men, regardless of how sessful they were.
The manager nau lieu LU JUU “—– Her mind was filled with the fear of Guinevere
picking on her and making her life in rem uity miserable. Where could she
earn a living for herself if she could no longer stay in Lowe Garden?
She had grown so ustomed to the bright lights and a lifestyle
of luxury that she couldn‘t imagine going back to doing those odd jobs that earned her peanuts.
Thus, she
verbally agreed with the manager to tolerate what Guinevere did to her, keep her silent on the
matter, and focus on recovery so that she
could be ready for Weston when he came for her again. However, the moment the manager left, she ea
gerly called Weston toin.
“Mr. Ford...” Through sobs and tears, she described in gory detail how Guinevere had hit her in
public, in a bid to
sully Guinevere‘s image in Weston‘s mind and inform him about how wicked a woman she was. Despit
e the fact that Weston never
touched her, Belle believed that Weston must‘ve fancied her a little bit, given that he was rather patient
with her and even called for her multiple times.
To her dismay, he ignored what she had to say and cut her off before she could finish.
The chill in his tone clearly indicated that she was insignificant to him.
Be’s heart turned cold as she immediately snapped back to reality.
“Mr. Ford...”
“Ben will send you some money. Be smart about what you need to do next.”
With that, he hung up.
The beeping tone told Be that she wouldn‘t get a response for whatever she wanted to say.
She flung her phone hard on the table in frustration, unable to sit still.
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Now that even Weston didn‘t care about her, did she really have to take the money and get chased
away by Guinevere?
In no way could she swallow something like that!