No wonder Stella shrunk back the moment she saw that car drive past. Turns out, there was a crazy
man inside, thought Angelina.
The scene of Weston and Guinevere seated together in the car was still playing in Stella’s mind. She
suddenly felt tired.
She rubbed her temples. “I feel a little unwell. Shall we skip dinner for today?”
“Sure.”
Angelina instructed the driver to drive to her apartment, after which she bid Stella goodbye before
getting out of the car.
The engine revved alive again, and the car turned the corner at the junction ahead.
After passing a traffic junction, a white car suddenly appeared right before them.
Bang!
The driver hit the emergency brakes, and Stella lurched forward.
Her eyes widened in shock. “What happened?”
The driver said, “A car drove right in front of us and forced us to stop.”
Stella’s brows furrowed. “Who is it?”
“I have no idea…”
The driver shook his head, shocked and confused. “I’ll head down to check things out.”
He was about to open his car door when the door of the white car suddenly opened. A man in a
wheelchair appeared.
Stella was stunned to see Henry pull open their car door.
“Faye!”
He yelled in a low voice from outside the car. When he saw that it was Stella in the car, he was
dumbfounded.
He surveyed her face through his bloodshot eyes. Panting heavily, he asked, “Why is it you? Why is it
you? Where is Faye? Where did you hide Faye?”
He was in a wheelchair, yet he wielded so much strength that he lifted Stella off the ground when he
grabbed her collar. “Tell me! Where is Faye?”
Weston and Guinevere got out of the white car and saw Stella in the other car that Henry stopped.
Weston’s face changed as he strode toward her. “Let her go! ”
Henry was blinded by his emotions and naturally refused to let her go
ne fixed his gaze at Stella and repeatedly asked, “Faye? Where is Faye? Where did you hide her?”
He clearly saw her just now!
But now, Stella was the only passenger in the car.
“I have no idea what you are talking about… let me go!” Stella found him absurd.
Henry refused to back off and stared at Stella.
Weston couldn’t be bothered that Henry was in a wheelchair and pulled him away from Stella. “Let her
go!”
He furrowed his brows as cold fury filled his eyes.
Henry finally snapped back to reality and took a deep breath. The look in his eyes mellowed as he
looked pleadingly at Stella, “Where is she? Can you please tell me? Please tell me, please…”
Stella felt her head throbbing. “I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Weston remained silent as he walked toward Stella. His eyes darkened when he saw her wrist
reddened from Henry’s vise-like grip-
He held her write and rubbed it tenderly. “Does it hurt?”
Stella shook her head and instinctively tried to retract her hand.
In her eyes, Weston and Henry were the same kind of men.
His face twitched upon seeing her instinctively avoiding his touch, but he didn’t say anything further.
He straightened up and looked at Henry seated in his wheelchair, panting agitatedly. “You clearly made
a mistake just now. There’s no one else in that car except Ella.”
“Impossible! How could I ever mistake her face for someone else?”
Henry cut Weston off mid-sentence as he clenched his fists. “I did not make a mistake…Ella, who were
you with, in the car just now?”
Stella glanced at the empty seat next to her. “It was just me. Why are you acting crazy?”
“Impossible! There was a woman right next to you when I saw your car at the junction just now. Who is
she?”
Stella immediately thought of Angelina.
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