Chapter 150

The next second.

The door burst open.

There was a loud crash as if something heavy had smashed on the ground. The fire extinguisher rolled
on the floor before it hit the wall with a clang. Justin gazed around the room, eyes bloodshot and
heaving.

The room was dark.

Clothes were scattered on the floor.

Weston sat on the sofa and stared at him without any emotions.

A petite figure covered by a large coat sat in his arm, shaking violently. Without thinking, Justin
marched forward and commanded, “Give her back to me.” Weston’s hard stare fell on him. “She was
always mine.” Both men, refusing to back down, went head-on. Justin’s patience ran out as he took a
step forward and attempted to forcefully pull Stella to him.

Weston, however, ducked and quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine and slammed it into Justin’s skull
with a sickening crack.

A streak of blood streamed down Justin’s face.

But he didn’t seem to notice. The blood trickled down and covered his left eye. He moved his head
slightly to shake off the dizziness, but held on tight, not allowing himself to fall. “Don’t you see she’s
crying? Why are you forcing her to be with you when she doesn’t want to?”





“Because I can.” Weston wasn’t as gentle as he was with Stella when talking to Justin. As his powerful
opressive aura enveloped the room, the temperature appeared to drop a few degrees. As he stood
before Weston, all the wrath that was exploding inside Justin was suddenly repressed. Weston didn’t
even have to be reckless as Justin was- a single stare from him was sufficient to give him the upper
hand.

“I warned you.”

Hearing this, Stella immediately looked up and stopped him. “He’s innocent. Don’t drag him into this!”

Justin’s heartbeat quickened when he heard her voice. Although he was certain that the woman was
Stella, hearing her voice confirmed everything. This further increased the effect on him.

“Don’t compromise,” he said.

Justin could hear ripples in his voice. It was as if he was transported back to the day of the drifting
incident when he was trapped in the vehicle and could only watch Stella being hauled away. “I will find
ways to fight him. Don’t compromise.”

His voice gave her strength.

She trusted him but…

She gradually tightened her first and said firmly beside Weston’s ear. “Don’t drag him into this or I’ll
really die.”

She spoke very calmly, and her voice was filled with determination

Weston gazed into her eyes, shocked that she would do such a thing for that man.



It was then that he calmed down and let his hand go.


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