Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 543

Chapter 543 

Rory spoke and glanced around at his men, who immediately understood and gathered around Stella. 

“Well, since you‘re sincere enough to atone for your younger brother‘s mistake, I‘ll grant you the opportunity...” 

Rory smiled mockingly with sheer arrogance on his youthful face. “I don‘t need you to pay for any medical bills. I don‘t need that kind of money ... How about you stay with me for one night and I‘ll let this slide.” 

“No way,” Stella rejected him outright and frowned in disgust.“ That‘s impossible.” 

“That‘s not up to you...” Rory suddenly approached her with an evil look on his face. “You‘re worth more than a medical bill.” 

Stella glared at him sharply and put her hand on the bottle behind her, about to fight them. 

Rory, however, noticed her tenseness and spat impatiently,“ These are all my men. If you don‘t want to suffer, you better behave. I don‘t want to hurt a beautiful girl like you...” 

He eagerly went up, only to let out an abrupt scream. 

“Aaaa!” 

Before he could react, he was already kneeling on one knee, his face distorted in anguish. 

Weston solemnly stood behind him and restrained him with one 

hand on his head. He held him to the ground, and with a stone cold glare, said, “I see you do need a little compensation for your medical bill.” With his tone heavy and murderous, an air of ruthlessness surrounded him.

Rory did not know where he had come from. He did not recognize him. He struggled to get up, roaring, “Who the f*ck are you! Let go of me!” 

Weston released his hand and waited until Rory stumbled to his feet. Then, he stomped on him. “Scum,” he cursed coldly. 

Weston increased the force and rubbed Rory‘s face hard against the ground. Rory screamed out in pain. 

His tone was contemptuous. It seemed like a different side of him. 

Stella stepped forward to stop him. She said with a frown,” Weston, calm down!” 

Rory‘s men were all here. How could he beat all of them? He might be good, but he certainly couldn‘t fight a crowd. 

Weston raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, the fury in his eyes still present. However, the moment their gazes met, the flames diminished a little. 

“You have to let me vent my anger, or I‘ll torment you tonight, hm?” As he spoke, he suddenly curled his lips into a wicked smile. 

His cold smile was chillingly murderous. This group of men had pissed him off, and he probably wouldn‘t let it slide without doing anything. 

Stella had rarely seen such a wicked side of his. To her, he was always arrogant, aloof, and distant. She never thought he could be this angry and irrational.