Chapter 1182Chapter 1182
“Thanks.”
Stella led her to sit down on the sofa and looked at Bradley. She joked with them, “Thanks . You kept
your mouth shut and didn‘t say a thing, knowing I was still alive. I‘m glad Weston didn‘t come to disturb
my life.”
“It was such a big deal.. Of course, I‘d keep it a secret!”
“I‘m not someone with a big mouth,” Angelina said.
After she said that, Stella shot her a look.
Angelina felt a little weak and covered her mouth. “Well, about Yvonne... It was just a slip of the
tongue...”
The only people who knew she was still alive were Bradley , Yvonne, and Angelina. She only told them
after her situation had stabilized.
After all, they were the ones who really cared about her. She did not want to show up one day by
surprise suddenly . They might think that she did not take them seriously as friends at all.
Stella‘s character had matured over the years. She could be indifferent to those she hated but cared
about the people she loved more than ever.
Bradley did not say anything. He opened a bottle of wine
and toasted her. “When you get back, no matter how long you stay, I‘ll make a movie for you. How about
that?” Stella shook her head, smiling. “I don‘t plan to be an actress anymore.” “Did you know? Your role,
Sophie, was nominated for Best Supporting Actress of the year. If it wasn‘t for the fact that they couldn‘t
award it to the deceased…” Bradley said and came to an abrupt pause as if remembering something
terrible. He drank another glass of wine.
“But now that you‘re Cicily, the international piano master, I‘m sure everyone knows your name now.
There‘s no need to go through all this nonsense anymore.”
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Stella said, “It‘s not nonsense. I do appreciate your kindness, but I think playing the piano is something I
like better.”
“Well, you do what you like. I‘m happy for you.”
The group, busy catching up, didn‘t pay attention to the other side of the private area.
In the corridor, Weston was walking in a group that surrounded him. The people next to Weston handed
him cigarettes and flattered him, but he did not respond.
When Weston suddenly caught sight of Stella in the other private room, he gazed down at her body and
stopped dead in his tracks.
The people around him thought he was not serving Weston well and stopped. “What‘s wrong? Mr.
Ford...”
Weston did not say anything at first. Then, he raised his chin slightly and said suddenly, “We‘ll sit here.”
“But we‘ve already booked a room...” Weston looked at him indifferently.
The man immediately gave in and tried to flatter Weston. “Yes, sure. We‘ll talk in this room.”
Stella was unaware that Weston was merely a stone‘s throw away. When she spoke, Weston could hear
her voice through the wall.
Stella came to meet Bradley as soon as she returned. It seemed they had been in close contact over the
years.