All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 1101 - Chapter 1110

“You might be required to act at certain points,” Justin continued. “You’ll have to cooperate with us. If you don’t like pen and paper, you can type down your notes with the computer instead.”“No, thanks. I’ll just use the pen and paper.”“Okay,” Justin nodded. “Let’s start, then.”After that, time passed very quickly. Stella earnestly remembered everything that Justin had told her.“That’s all for now,” he said. “Is there anything that you don’t understand?”“No,” she replied.Justin put away the documents in his hands and glanced at her before asking, “So what are you planning to do after this?”Stella knew then that he must have had other reasons to be here today, reasons other than simply being Tina’s assistant.She sat back down and looked straight into his eyes before saying, “Professor Hall, if you have anything to say, just come out and say it.”Justin paused for a while and smiled helplessly.“Actually,” he began, “I shouldn’t be the one to bring this up, but ever

Stella smiled apprehensively and waved Justin goodbye.“I’m getting into the car now,” she said.“Okay.”He watched Stella leave, then turned around and returned to the office.“How was it?” Tina asked without even looking up when he got inside.“What do you mean?” He paused in his steps, looking at her quizzically. “I was only saying goodbye to her.”“I know you two were saying goodbye,” Tina’s gaze shifted from the computer to Justin, giving him a meaningful look. “That’s what I was asking you—how did your farewell go?”Justin walked over to the water cooler and poured himself a glass. Her words told him that she had another meaning between the lines.“It was just a farewell between two friends, and I was just sending her off. How else could it go?”“I thought you must have had other things to talk about,” Tina replied simply. “After all, you came here to be my assistant because you wanted to meet her, right? I left you both alone for quite a while just now. I’m sure I’ve gi

Stella glanced at Guinevere and ignored her right away. She had no intention to put up a false pretense of courtesy, nor did she pay any attention to the apparent venom in her words.Seeing this, Ben sighed in relief and nodded at Guinevere. He soon went to the insurance company representatives who had just arrived to speak to them.Guinevere’s eyes were icy. She suddenly went up behind Stella and told her, “I’m sure you don’t know about it yet, but Weston has agreed to marry me.”Stella abruptly paused her steps and turned around to look at her without saying a word.“You look like you don’t believe me,” Guinevere observed. She sniggered and shook her head before getting nearer to her and said, “Why don’t we have a little chat? Ben’s right there, so I can’t do anything to you anyway.”“If I’m not mistaken,” Stella stared coldly at her, “I’m pretty sure that bigamy is illegal in this country.”“Naturally, he’ll divorce you first,” Guinevere casually explained. “And then he’ll mar

It was the first time Nicole had ever experienced anything like it. She had just escaped from Guinevere Cohen and wasn’t as familiar with the situation as Belle was.She truly would never have believed that in a society ruled by law, Guinevere would dare to act so rampantly… so rampantly that she wanted to chop her hands off!Guinevere cursed and yelled at her, saying she never wanted her to play the piano ever again!Nicole didn’t want to be like Belle. She didn’t want to kneel in front of Weston, crying and begging him in the hopes that he would pity her and help her.But being in a really desperate situation and having no other choice, she could only come here and ask for his help.“I seriously don’t understand what I’d done wrong,” Nicole said. “Why would that Guinevere Cohen woman do such a horrible thing to us…”She turned to Weston and, in a choked voice, continued, “Mr. Ford, this is a matter between you and her. Why should I suffer for it?”“What do I have to do with he

Belle was shaken to her core, but after a moment, she suddenly thought of something and quickly crawled up to Weston. Tugging at his trousers, she asked, “But why must I be the murderer? Why can’t I be the witness…?”She then tearfully begged, “Can you please let Nicole be the murderer and make me the witness instead?”Belle was not an idiot. Of course, she knew that playing different roles meant shouldering different consequences. She also knew that there was no way she could persuade Weston to change his plans, but she still had no desire to go to prison, even if only for a few years.“It’s not my decision,” Weston frowned. “Everything has been decided based on the motive and evidence. Don’t make things awkward for me.”He shoved her hands away as he spoke and got up to his feet. He pulled out a wet wipe nearby and wiped his trousers before hurling it into the bin.“There will be lawyers coming here later to inform you about what to do next,” he said. “Once everything is over, y