Chapter 1131

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Guinevere could not help but wonder if she’d ever replace Stella in Weston’s heart someday.
But she was dead now anyway, so what would be next if she could never win over her? Guinevere still
had a long future ahead. She was sure that in the end, Weston’s heart, body, and soul would eventually
belong to her.
Hence, she was in no hurry.
“Don’t worry about it, Mom, Dad. Xavier is still a Ford, after all. If something serious happens to the
project, I’m sure Weston would come in and help him.”
“That would be best, of course. Otherwise…”
Mr. Cohen glanced coldly at Guinevere and said, Otherwise, we’ll have to consider withdrawing our
cooperation with the Ford family.”
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It was Weston Ford who had been overseeing their collaborative projects with Ford Corporation. Now
that Weston wasn’t at the company, there was no guarantee that Xavier Ford would be able to take over
all of Weston’s roles effectively.
Warren Ford had personally gone to Stardust Mansion countless times, but each time, he was barred
from entry
without exception. The only explanation he ever got was, “Mr. Ford is not accepting any visitors. He will
not see anyone.”
Warren Ford had just stepped out of the car when he received the same excuse again.
He was so enraged that he flung his cane to the ground, snapping, “Is he going to forsake the whole
company just for one woman?! He hasn’t stepped out of this house for the entire week! What on earth is
he thinking?!”
“I’m truly sorry, Mr. Warren. We’ve done all we could to persuade him, but it was all futile…”
Ben was looking utterly exhausted. His bloodshot eyes had thick red veins in them.
It had already been a week since Stella’s death. No matter what happened, her body had to be buried
soon.
Yet Weston would not listen to anyone’s pleas or advice. To this day, he still lived with Stella’s corpse as
if she was still alive. In order to slow down the rate of decay, he hired the most renowned experts to preserve her body in a
state as close to its original as possible.
All the projects at the company had now been handed over to Xavier Ford. Right now, there was only
one thing on Weston’s mind—to build a new hospital not far away from Stardust Mansion with the sole
purpose of keeping
Stella in a completely sterile place where her body would
never rot.
Even Ben thought he had gone raving mad when he heard it.
Yet Weston simply would not listen to anyone now. He would spend his days doing nothing but talk to
Stella’s
corpse.
Ben was totally at a loss for what to do.
“If I’d known this would happen,” Warren Ford said, “I would’ve dealt with Stella Sealey a lot sooner so
Weston wouldn’t turn out to be a brainless zombie like he is now! Everyone’s laughing at him!”
“I don’t think you should say that, Mr. Chairman. To tell you the truth, I don’t think Mrs. Ford had anything
to do with Zachary Ford’s death…”
“But the evidence speaks for itself!” barked Warren Ford furiously. “Even now, you’re still making excuses
for that woman? You’re no different from your boss! You’ve all been completely blindsided by that witch!”
Ben said nothing in reply. Although Warren Ford lost his temper, Weston was still unwilling to come out and meet him, leaving him
with little choice but to go home.
Not only was Weston’s family unable to see her, but even Stella’s friends couldn’t see her either. Bradley
Lane,
Yvonne, and Angelina had been calling Ben so many times that his phone almost exploded.
Yet Weston still refused to relent, harshly disallowing anyone from even taking a glimpse of Stella.
Yvonne had the most intense reaction. But, unfortunately, it was her husband Lucas who had to bear the
brunt of her anger.
“What kind of a lunatic do you think Weston Ford is?” she asked him. “She’s already dead! Why would he
keep her body and refuse to bury her? Can’t he just let her friends pay their last respects to her?”
As she spoke, she got so agitated that she burst into tears again.
“I knew nothing good would come of her being with Weston Ford!” she continued. “Two years ago, she
lost her only child because of him, and now, this happened! Is Weston Ford cursed, or is he her nemesis
who wouldn’t stop harming her even though she’s dead?!”
She had put it so terribly that Lucas massaged his temples, feeling deeply sorry about the whole matter.
“It’s all happened now,” he reminded her. “You’re not helping anyone by saying all these things. Just give
him a little more time. I’m sure he’ll eventually pull through this.”
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