Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 88

Stella was the trophy in this battle, and she had no right to speak and voice her opinions. She was merely the bargaining chip between two men’s clash of egos. Even though she completely did not want to get herself involved, she was still forced to be in the center of the vortex, torn between the forces from both sides.

This time, Justin managed to widen the distance between both cars. He drifted neatly at the next junction and threw Weston far away from them.

That did not make him lower his guard as he continued maintaining his breakneck speed. Just then, he remembered that Stella was still seated next to him and took the time to reassure her, “Don’t worry. We managed to shake him off.” Before he could say anything further, a huge crash sounded. A huge impact came from behind and the car groaned under the force.

Justin looked in disbelief at Weston’s car which had overtaken him, and was speechless with shock.

He had his usual leisurely expression on his face, with an additional trace of disdain in his eyes. The black car was like a cheetah lying in wait in the dark. After fixing its sight on its prey, it burst forth in one explosive movement to make that critical hit. After it struck, all it needed to do was to wait for its prey to take its last breath. ! Justin was on the verge of death, yet he refused to give up. He stepped on the accelerator and the wheels screeched loudly, and it felt as though sparks flew across the road.

Even that did not change things. Weston suddenly released the accelerator and backed off. Justin was about to find another

opportunity to make a run for it when Weston suddenly hit Justin’s car without any hesitation.

It was accurate, decisive, and quick.

This time, Weston made Justin’s car flip over. He did so skillfully, not just focusing on speed, but also making use of things around him, such that Justin’s car was completely lodged between two roadblocks. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Damn it!” Justin cursed under his breath.

With the entire car flipped over, the angle left him stuck in the driver’s seat and without any space for movement.

The front passenger seat, on the other hand, was raised high up in the air, completely facing outwards.

Justin’s face turned cold. He unbuckled his seatbelt in a bid to climb out.

The car compartment was completely wrecked, and it pressed against his knees. A slight movement was enough to send pain searing through him.

Stella immediately stopped him. “Don’t move! You might lose your leg if you move!”

She saw a metal rod sticking out right in front of Justin. She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed slowly towards him, intending to save him from his plight.

The next second, however, she heard steady footsteps from outside the car.

Her car door was flung open and the cold night wind blew in.

Weston’s tall figure stood right outside as he looked down at the two of them in the car.

He was like a high and mighty lord of the land looking down at his subjects. His black trench coat made him look even more tall and menacing.

His overly handsome face was always shrouded in a layer of biting cold, as if he were Hades in person.

Before Stella made it to Justin’s side, she felt Weston pulling her out of the car by her collar.

He folded her into a tight hug, his broad trench coat covering her entire back. He pressed her head down and refused to let her turn around.

“You’re mine now,” Weston said above her in a low, hoarse voice.

He said it with certainty, and he said it like a bold declaration.