Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 297

The class schedule on weekends was much more hectic than the weekdays. Many students had their last class today, it seemed, turning the training center into a bustling beehive of activity and a chance for Stella to meet many colleagues for the last time.

Once her class was over, a few of her students came up to her personally to say their goodbyes. Stella was immensely touched by this. She kneeled down and spoke fondly with them, imparting some final advice before they parted ways. The moving and poignant scene was suddenly interrupted when an earsplitting voice cut through the atmosphere

“Who is Ella Steele?!”

An extravagantly dressed middle-aged woman had stomped in, shouting for Ella. Clad in the latest fashionable clothes and holding a limited edition luxury handbag, it was obvious at a glance that she spared no expense on her lavish qutfit. The ostentatious diamond earrings hanging from her earlobes dazzled in the light, as she stood there, haughtily scanning the place with her eyes ablaze.

“I’m Ella Steele,” Stella said, standing up in confusion when she heard her name. “Is there a problem?”

“So you’re Ella Steele?” the woman squinted and sneered. She then marched toward Stella and raised her hand to slap her!

But Stella’s quick reflexes helped her to dodge the slap. “Get security!” Stella shouted. “There’s a madwoman here and she’s trying to hurt me!” “Madwoman?!” the woman squawked. “You’re the madwoman here! You’re the one messing around with my husband and you dare call security on me?!” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The woman huffed and continued, “Go ahead, then! Let security come so everyone will see your true colors and that shameless face of yours!”

The woman glanced at the children behind Stella,

“And to think that you’re in charge of teaching those precious children…” she hissed. “…you’ll be corrupting them for sure! I don’t think any parent will stand for it! You despicable piece of trash!”

The woman’s voice was so loud that a crowd was beginning to form around them. Stella’s colleagues began to stare at her disapprovingly. Joyce was hiding among the crowd, secretly relishing what was happening to Stella.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” the woman shouted, audibly getting angrier when she saw that Stella remained silent. “Or are you playing dumb? Is that how you seduced my husband?” “When did I seduce your husband?” argued Stella. “I don’t even know who you are! Are you sure you haven’t got the wrong person?”

“Impossible!” the woman replied. She pulled out a phone and waved it in front of Stella. “Look at this! Aren’t you this woman who’s been chatting with my husband? You’re Ella Steele, aren’t you? Stop acting dumb! You might’ve fooled sleazy old men, but I’m not as blind and

stupid as they are!” Stella glanced at the phone. As she read through the vulgar sexual conversations, she noticed that the phone number was very familiar. She pulled out her phone and checked her contacts… …only to find that it was Mr. Smith, Ruby’s father! “You’re completely mistaken, Mrs. Smith!” she said. “I’m just your daughter Ruby’s private tutor! I have no other business with Mr. Smith…”

“What?!” the woman shrieked, violently interrupting Stella. “How dare you! So you’ve been secretly hooking up with my husband behind my daughter’s back! You shameless b***h! Women like you are the sçum of the earth! You scheming, lying b***h!”

The woman kept on spitting curses at Stella, her mind completely clouded by rage. Stella turned deathly pale. The people in the crowd were now whispering and pointing at her. Joyce stood in the middle of the crowd with a sardonic grin, reveling in the scene.

“Let’s see how smug you can get now, Ella!” she thought.