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Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 211
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Chapter 211

When it came to this, Weston and Lucas had the same opinion. “If there’s nothing important, don’t go to

places like that anymore,” he warned. Stella knew her identity now so she naturally wouldn’t rebut him.

“Okay. I understand.” She would remember this day. The last day of October. On this day, next year, she

would be able to escape the cage that had entrapped her. She would be counting down the days from

then. At the thought that she would be leaving Weston, she felt like she could breathe again. She didn’t

know where he was taking her. The car window wound down, and she looked out at the view. Seeing her

hair was in a mess because of the wind blowing, he rolled up the window a little bit. “Be careful. Don’t put

your head out.” He was reminding her like he was taking care of a child. She cupped her chin with her

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palm and through the reflection of the window, she could make out his side profile.

It was only a reflection, yet she could see his perfect jawline. She stared at him without any emotion in

her eyes. Stella could see why Guinevere was head over heels for him. But she was far more aware

since she understood that underneath the gorgeous and pleasant exterior, lay nothing more than a

selfish demon. When she lost her child, she had also lost all her love for him. Now that she was half a

soul, of course, she wouldn’t find him attractive. The car stopped in some suburb. Thinking he had just

taken her out to relax, she was stunned when she saw the piano shop in front of her. “Musx?” She didn’t

think that he would bring her here. As someone who learned piano from a young age, she naturally knew

which company made good quality musical instruments. For those who enjoyed music especially, an

instrument was as precious as an unseverable limb. Stella was the apple of her parents’ eye, and they

did everything they could to provide for her. She loved to play the piano so they spent a lot of money and

bought a piano from Musx. Loving the sound it made, she couldn’t get her hands off it and played on it

for many years. The death of her parents, however, burdened her with debts. Having little choice, she

sold it to

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get money.

Musx was the one brand that every music student yearned for. It was like the Rolls-Royce of musical

instruments, at the very pinnacle of what it could offer.

The name alone was enough to guarantee the quality.

The annual output of musical instruments declined as the craftsman aged, making them more valuable.

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Even those with money wouldn’t necessarily be able to purchase them.

Even if one eventually managed to place an order, the customer would have to wait for a long time

before they could get the real thing. Musx’s boss was a grumpy old man, but his extraordinary level of

craftsmanship enabled him to make each of his instruments perfectly tailored to its player.

Many capitalists had tried to collaborate with the boss, hoping to mass-produce his intruments, but they

were all rejected.

Everyone in the industry knew that this was a brand with a soul.

Seeing Stella’s longing and excited expression, Weston knew that they had come to the right place.

“Go inside and take a look,” he said as he patted her head.