Chapter 482

He looked just like a man protecting his woman.

Chris had always played the part of a personable and chivalrous gentleman in front of others, but in
face of this hooligan, his fierce and aggressive side was on full display, a trait of his that rarely
emerged.

Daisy had never been intimate with him and had never seen him like that. She stood still, dazed, and
mumbled to herself.

“Mr. Ford…”

The man saw Weston’s back-up and was stunned for a moment before hissing viciously,” You’re asking
me who I am? I am her bloody fiancé!”

Fiancé?

The word made the expression on Chris’ face change as he turned to look at Daisy with a complicated
look on his face. “D*inn it. Weren’t you single?”

Daisy’s eyes turned downcast as she wiped away the tears on her face. “I’ve already broken up with
him, but he didn’t agree to it.”

“Who needs an agreement in a breakup?”

Chris finally understood the situation and looked at the man coldly. “Did you not hear her? She wants to
breakup with you.”

“Why must we break up just because she wants one? We’ve been together for so many years!”



His eyes narrowed as he went on, “I knew it. You found yourself a rich and powerful man, and now you
want to throw me aside, right? Do you really think you can climb the social ladder by relying on them?
I’m telling you, Daisy, these men only want to mess around. They might be willing to stand up for you
now, but are any of them willing to marry you?”

Tears glinted in Daisy’s eyes upon his words.

She was filled with self-doubt at that moment.

Chris’ relentless pursuit of her did not make her lose her mind, though-she knew he treated her merely
as his toy, no different from all other women he had abandoned. Weston, on the other hand, wasn’t that
kind of man



But now…

She looked at Weston, hesitant. He now seemed slightly different from the man she used to know

He was now capable of having mistresses behind Guinevere’s back.

Are men all the same?

Upon his words, Chris burst out laughing and rubbed his wrists. “It’s been a while since I hit someone.
Don’t force my hand.”

The man’s tone softened. “Brother, don’t blame me for not warning you. I’ve played with this woman
countless times…”

Before he completed his sentence, Chris swung his fist at his face. “Ugh!”



“Don’t hit him! Please don’t fight!” Daisy shrieked. Things would surely go out of hand when they
started getting physical. She was about to step forward to stop the fight when Weston grabbed her
arms and pulled her aside with frustration. “Don’t make things messier than they already are.” Daisy
remained silent, although the internal struggle was apparent in her eyes. Weston’s brows furrowed, “If
you really intend to break up with that man, don’t add to the mess. Let Chris help you resolve this.”
Since Chris was here, he had no reason to interfere in other people’s affairs. Daisy was merely one of
his many subordinates. This left him feeling rather frustrated. He shouldn’t have meddled with other
people’s affairs in a moment’s recklessness-just because of something that Stella said. He was about
to turn to leave when Daisy, trembling slightly with fear, grabbed his sleeve.” Mr. Ford, can you please
stay? I’m a little scared.” Weston flung her hand away without further thought and looked coldly at her.
Daisy understood what he meant even when he didn’t speak a word. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ford. I didn’t mean
to do that.”

She looked at his sleeve and said, “I’ll compensate you for this shirt.” “No need.” Weston glanced past
her and looked at Chris. “He’ll help you settle this as well.”


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