Chapter 71

Stella sneered, “You think too highly of him.”

“I beg you, please! If you leave now, I’ll die a terrible death…”

Stella remained unmoved and flung her hand away. “That has nothing to do with me.” This was the
woman who had mercilessly tossed her under the bus previously. Why should she respond to her
pleas?

She was about to leave when a male voice said, distinctively displeased. “Why aren’t you
accompanying Mr. Ford? Where are you going!” Stella ignored him and hastened her footsteps. The
man’s face changed as he stood up with the intention of chasing after her. However, something
suddenly came to mind and he threw a glance at Weston.

Weston’s tall figure was shrouded in the darkness. His luxurious dress pants wrapped around his long
legs, and the subtle light from a lit cigarette flickered at his fingers.

He looked so out of place here, yet at the same time, he appeared to be lord over this place.

Everyone was under his reign.

Seeing Weston stay silent, the man changed tack. “Since you got the wrong person…”

Instead of chasing after Stella, he grabbed the hair of the secretary next to him and lifted her from the
ground onto the couch. “Since you let her go, we’ve no one else to drink with. What about you?”

The secretary was so scared out of her wits that she began trembling with fear. “No, I can’t, I can’t hold
my liquor…”



The man laughed brazenly, “You work here, and you dare say you can’t hold your liquor? In fact, Smith
is very satisfied with you. He’s always full of praise for being his best drinking partner!”

He said the word ‘partner’ emphatically, clearly trying to hint at something.

All the men in the private room caught the hint and burst out in lecherous laughter.

Even the air became dangerously murky. Stella almost choked on the overwhelming atmosphere.

She wanted to push the door and leave, but the piteous pleas of the secretary sounded from behind
her

The men started getting rowdier and louder, forcing her to remove her clothes as she danced.

“Take it off!”

“Hurry up! Make sure you dance like you mean it!”

Stella’s hand rested on the door handle, and her grip tightened.

She told herself that this was none of her business, and that she could leave everything behind the
moment she exited.

She was a stranger to that secretary and the reason that she even landed herself in this plight in the
first place. Even if she landed up in a terrible state, it was completely her own doing…”

“Gentlemen, please show me some mercy! Please spare me, alright? I really can’t…I’m almost forty
years old…”

The secretary grew more and more anxious with every passing minute. “It is my fault this time for not
arranging things well. I was wrong, I deserve a beating!



With that, she slapped herself a couple of times and pointed to a wine glass, “Why don’t I punish myself
by downing a few? I’ll drink however much you want me to. I beg you, I have children at home and I
can’t afford to do this…” “What a spoilsport!” One of the men lost all patience and flung his wine glass
to the floor.

Crash!

The secretary trembled with fear and dared not make a peep after that. Throughout the entire episode,
the man everyone looked up to merely watched the entire show coldly from arms -length, with no
intention of interfering,

No one dared to involve him, while he merely acted as an aloof bystander.

After a long while, the secretary couldn’t help but sob aloud and began unbuttoning her outer vest.

Protests of disgust began sounding out from the private room. “She’s an old hen indeed!”

They burst out laughing and one of the men even lifted the secretary’s shirt with the tip of his shoes.
Stella shut her eyes, and suddenly, turned around and strode toward Weston. “Make them stop.”


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