The unknown woman had made a request to meet Weston Ford, but she had no
appointments with him, nor had her name ever been in the registrations.
The receptionist eyed her suspiciously.
“Mr. Ford is in a meeting at the moment,” she informed her. “If you haven‘t made an appointment
with him, I‘m afraid I can‘t let you in...”
“Can you just tell him that I‘m here, then?” the woman asked.
“Well...” the receptionist hesitated. “Why don’t you contact Mr. Ford yourself?”
“Okay,” replied the woman, no longer wishing to trouble the receptionist. “I‘ll wait for him outside.”
“Sure,” the receptionist sighed in relief. “The waiting area for guests is over there.”
As the woman walked away, the receptionist gazed at her with curiosity. There had never been any bea
utiful young woman coming here and asking to meet Weston Ford before. Sure, Guinevere
Cohen had been here many times, and there had been successful businesswomen
who had come for meetings with the president as well. Weston Ford, however, had never fooled
around with women like the other rich men.
It was why this woman‘s sudden appearance was
especially dubious. She had to be cautious, just in case.
Meanwhile , Stella picked up her phone and stared at it. She had wanted to give Weston a call, but
hearing from the receptionist that he was still in a meeting, she thought it best to just wait and not
interrupt his work.
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She was here to give him a surprise anyway, so if she called him
now, the surprise would be totally spoiled. With that in mind, she settled on
the sofa in the waiting area for guests and waited for Weston while caressing
the ring on her finger. Daisy had just finished compiling her documents, and she was coming out of the
conference room when she recognized a familiar figure from afar.
It was Ella Steele.
She stopped in her tracks. She wondered why that woman
would be here. In fact, she even looked like she was barred from going inside by the receptionist. Daisy
didn‘t approach Ella and asked her directly. Instead, she found out what
happened from the receptionist. Hearing what had transpired, she could guess that Ella was trying
to give Weston a surprise.
Mixed feelings arose in her heart.
She wasn‘t exactly sure what she felt, but she realized she was nothing like Ella.
She would never do such a frivolous thing if it
had been up to her. She had always been a rational and sensible person. As Weston‘s secretary, she
made sure never to do
anything pointless and idiotic. Had she been Weston‘s girlfriend, she would‘ve never acted as foolishly
and childishly as Ella did.
“Do you know this woman?” asked the receptionist.
Daisy considered it for a while and shook her head.
“I‘ve never seen her before,” she said. “Anyway, she has no appointments with the boss, so it‘s
best that we don‘t let her in, just in case.”
“Okay,” the receptionist nodded. “I got it.” Stella was starting to get bored sitting on the sofa. She checke
that Daisy had spotted
her, but to her surprise, Daisy looked away after glancing at her, leaving as if she didn‘t recognize her.
But Stella was confident that Daisy saw her just now. Why did she act like she didn‘t? Or was she mistak
She thought about it. She had indeed not been getting along very well
with Xavier Ford, but she had never had any problems with Daisy before, except
the time they were in Zeta‘s office. But even then, Stella had been clearly attacking Xavier, not Daisy.
Stella massaged her
temples and decided not to give the matter another thought. Daisy was just a stranger to her, after all. B
the time she was able to leave Weston, she‘d have absolutely no ties with any of these people.
She checked the time again and
thought she‘d better not just waste her time waiting. She reached into her bag and grabbed her tablet. S
down some notes on it.
Not long afterward , she was distracted by a hunch that someone was standing in front of her. She
put her tablet away and looked up.
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