Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 717

Chapter 717 

“You mean you want me to make him tired of me?” 

“That would be best,” said Warren, “but I won’t force you, of course. At the very least, you should stop charming him with your tricks.” 

Stella burst out laughing. 

“You must’ve either overestimated my charms or underestimated Weston!” she exclaimed. “Do you think a man like him would fall for me just through simple schemes?” 

“I would never underestimate him as a businessman,” Warren replied calmly, unruffled by Stella’s rebuttal. “In that regard , he truly is unrivaled . But it doesn’t matter how strong or capable he is. In the end, he is still just a hot-blooded man. He may be completely disinterested with some women, but I know his only weakness is women.” 

“It seems that you understand him very well indeed,” said Stella. She curtailed any expressions on her face and slowly but very clearly added, “It’s a pity that you completely neglected one point in this matter – I am the one who wanted him to lose interest in me more than anybody else.” 

Warren was in the middle of pouring himself another cup of tea. Stella’s words completely stumped him. He stared down at the cup, quickly filling up with tea before slowly putting the teapot down. 

“That is indeed unexpected…” he smiled thinly. “Are you telling me that you don’t, in fact, want to be with him at  all?” 

“Not everyone thinks the world of your grandson,” Stella smiled sardonically. “But he is used to being highly regarded by everyone around him, and he takes it for granted that he should get anything he wants.” 

“You can leave him if you don’t like him.” 

“You know your grandson more than anyone else, “Stella argued. “You must know exactly what he is like.” 

“Interesting,” Warren fell silent. He then smiled and asked, “Is he blackmailing you?” 

“I have a brother who’s the only family I have left in this world,” answered Stella with a stony expression.” Weston has been using him to threaten me. But he’s gone abroad now, so I can finally relax a little.” 

“I had no idea…” Warren frowned. A look of regret cropped up on his face. “It must be terrible for you, child.” 

“What kind of plan do you have in mind?” she asked. 

“Just do what I say,” he replied, “and I will make sure  that you and your brother can reunite, and Weston will never bother you again.” 

“Really?” Stella gasped. “You’re not lying to me, are  you?” 

“Of course, I’m not lying to you,” he reassured her. “As things stand, who else do you think has the authority and capability to rein Weston in other than me?” 

“What should I do, then?” 

“Right now, you’re Wendy’s goddaughter, which means that you are officially a member of the Ford family. In that case, it is perfectly natural for you to stay in this house. I will ask the housekeeper to get a room ready for  you.” 

Stella said nothing, but Warren went on as if to answer her unasked question, “Since Weston likes you very much, then we’ll let him enjoy your company as much as he likes. Right now, you should just let him do whatever he wants.”