Chapter 897

Despite what she said, Stella had a hunch that Weston would never agree to such an outrageous
request. Besides, their troubled past had been the talk of the town–everybody knew of the horrible things
Guinevere had done to Stella in the past. What would they think if they found out that Guinevere was
invited to the wedding?

They would all mock Stella, for sure.

She knew that whatever feeling Weston had for her was not true love and that it was just a short–lived
infatuation, at most. But even so, she was sure that he wouldn‘t agree to something that would cause her
so much embarrassment…

Warren smiled. There was an inexplicable trace of sympathy in that smile.

“Then how about I call him right now,” he suggested , looking straight at Stella. “And ask him if he would
let Guinevere come to the wedding?”

Stella merely nodded. What else could she do?

“If he agrees, then I have no further objection.”

Warren then got his phone and called Weston, who quickly answered it.

Stella stayed silent as they spoke.

“Weston,” Warren softly began while stroking his beard. “How is everything going at work?”

There was no ambient noise from Weston‘s end of the line. He was probably in his office.

“Everything‘s going well, Grandpa.”



“Good,” Warren nodded with contentment. “I can rest easy now that Ford Corporation is in your hands.”

He paused, then asked, “How‘s the preparation for your wedding with Ella?”

“Everything‘s ready.”

“I hope you won‘t be in such a rush that something goes wrong when the day comes.”

“Absolutely not, Grandpa. Everything‘s under control.”

“Good.”

Weston glanced at the clock on the office wall.

“I have a meeting in a few minutes, Grandpa. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Warren laughed.

“You are perceptive as always! Yes, I do indeed have a specific reason for calling.”

He glanced at Stella and saw her sipping her tea, completely calm and composed.

Warren looked away and went straight to the point. “You‘ve probably heard of what‘s been going on in
the Cohen family ... Guinevere hasn‘t been very well, and she only has one wish: to

attend your wedding. Her family assured me she would not cause trouble this time.”

Weston frowned.

“I don‘t think that would be appropriate,” he quickly replied.



Stella sighed in relief as soon as she heard him. Then she caught her reaction and found it amusing. She
never wanted to marry Weston anyway, and she knew there was no way this wedding would happen, so
why did it bother her so much that Guinevere wanted to be there? Why should she care?

Perhaps Weston had been treating her very well lately, which made her warm up to him a little.

“I understand,” Warren replied, completely unsurprised by Weston‘s reply. “It‘s perfectly normal to be
concerned about this, but you must remember that the Cohen family has been our important ally for
many years. I can‘t just refuse her parents‘ request outright, you see...”

“Besides,” Warren persisted, “their family had relented to so much at this point. How can we refuse their
one simple request?”

“Grandpa,” Weston interjected somberly. “This is not a simple request. It‘s my wedding.


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