Chapter 1086Chapter 1086 Stella did not feel like sleeping again after hanging up the call.
She was leaning against the balcony window. Underneath her feet was the soft carpet that Weston had
laid throughout the villa to prevent her bare feet from getting cold by stepping on the floor.
Although Weston told her countless times that she was not allowed to get out of bed barefoot, he still had
the entire villa carpeted just in case.
He had always been meticulous.
Stella could not help but think that he was like an obsessive–compulsive, infiltrating her life in every
detail. His mind could retain every single detail.
He took care of her in every way but never respected her thoughts.
Maybe he really wanted her to suffer from Stockholm syndrome, which for him was not a disease but a
crowning success.
If she really got used to his presence and gradually softened into his tenderness, she would become the
most miserable person in the world–because once Weston pulled away and left her where she was, she
would be at a
loss.
It was too dangerous to fall for such a man.
The news that Weston had taken a young girl from the gate of Lowe Garden soon went viral.
There was another woman who was with him that night. Belle.
So, gossip soon spread that Weston had been seen with two women at Lowe Garden at night–one of
them was a young woman who had just turned an adult and a gifted student at a nearby art college.
When Guinevere heard the news, she swept all the bottles and jars off the table and onto the floor.
“Sluts! They are all sluts!”
She originally planned to put on light makeup and have dinner with Weston, only for him to decline her
invitation half an hour ago.
She thought it was because he didn‘t have the time due to work–related matters, or maybe he was
accompanying Stella , but she did not expect him to be in Lowe Garden last night.
She had warned Belle long ago to stay as far as she could from Ahn City and to never return.
It seemed she should have taught her a hard enough lesson that it would knock her paralyzed.
Guinevere‘s eyes gleamed a little wickedly.
And the girl called Nicole was such an insolent girl.
“I want those two women to never step into Ahn City again. As for the one before , chop off both her feet,
and for the one who played the piano, scrape her hands. You know what to do!”
“Understood, Miss Cohen.”
After she finished giving the order, she let the servant tidy up the messed–up bedroom. Mrs. Cohen
walked in at the sound of her voice and frowned when she saw the scene in front of her. “Why are you
suddenly losing your temper again?”
She sat next to Guinevere, put her hand on her daughter‘s shoulder, and sighed. “You need to restrain
yourself. I know the news that came out last night made you uncomfortable, but your father was already
very unhappy that you used the family‘s connections to deal with those irrelevant people. Now, you‘re
making a scene again...”
“Mother!”
Guinevere interrupted her, feeling rather aggrieved. “I, too, do not want to trouble the family and use our
connections to do something risky, but I really can‘t stand it anymore. I cannot stand any of the women
that appear around him!”
She could not lay a finger on Stella because Weston protected her too well.
Her best chance to get rid of Stella had long passed. She failed to ensure Stella was really dead on that rooftop two years ago. Couldn’t she teach that woman
called Nicole and Belle a lesson now?
The more she argued , the more emotional she became. When Mrs. Cohen saw that her eyes were
already tinged with a touch of madness, she immediately stopped talking.
She did not dare to provoke her daughter any further.
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