Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When having dinner, before the dishes were completely served, Sherry was already drunk. Dizzily, she

asked, “Chan, when will your school open?”

“Next week.”

“Ah...” Sherry burped. “I didn’t expect that you’re already going to high school. I still remember when I

first met you, you are this short, not even reaching my shoulder yet. In a blink, you’ve reached the age

that you could become a father.”

Channing couldn’t find his tongue for a moment.

Stella scratched her hair. Sherry was way too drunk.

She sang and danced by herself from time to time.

Channing couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure she’s OK?”

“At least she should find a way to vent it.”

Sherry had always been optimistic, and she seldom took things to heart. When she was unhappy, she

could go for a drink and recover on the second day. Seeing her like this, Stella knew that she was

seriously hurt this time.

When Sherry finally lay prone on the desk motionlessly, Stella helped her up and asked in a low voice,

“Sherry, let’s go home.”

Sherry looked at her with tearful eyes. “Boohoo... I don’t have a home now. That scumbag cheated on

me. Stella, I don’t have a home now.”

Stella hugged her and comforted her.

After Sherry wept and blacked out, Stella and Channing sent her back home.

Channing put Sherry on her bed and asked, “Are you girls always like this after experiencing the

disappointment in love?”

Stella answered, “Sort of. We need to vent our emotions.”

“Why didn’t you shed tears then?”

Stella was taken aback. “What?”

Channing looked at her. “You shouldn’t always hold back your emotions like this. It’s not good for your

baby.”

“Chan, I’m fine...”

“I can tell that something’s bothering you. Has Clarence Conrad made trouble for you recently?”

Stella shook her head slightly. She smiled and asked, “What kind of trouble could he make for me?”

She was just bothered...

Liam’s words kept reechoing in her mind.

She had to admit that he was correct - the marriage in secret was the same as leading a life as a

mistress.

Both were in the dark.

However, a mistress would receive money, but all she had got was only a bully.

Stella felt a bit annoyed - she had become so moody after being pregnant.

She said, “Chan, it’s getting late. Why don’t you go home now? I’ll stay here to take care of her.”

It seemed that Channing still wanted to say something, but Sherry bounced up from the bed, ran to the

bathroom, and vomited.

Heaving a sigh, he said, “Okay, I’m taking off now. Call me if you need anything.”

Stella accompanied Sherry for a whole night. Liam came back at the midnight, but since the password

of the lock had been changed by Sherry, he couldn’t open the door. He could only knock on the door

outside. Immediately, Sherry wanted to rush out with a kitchen knife in her hands. Stella tried her best

to stop her.

In the second half of the night, Sherry went to bed. Stella suddenly had a reaction to pregnancy. She

puked several times in a row, feeling so terrible.

She was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. After a while, she thought of the ringleader who made her

suffer so much. She suddenly became bold. Holding Sherry’s landline, she dialed a number.

After a few beeps, the call was connected.

Stella immediately spoke, “Mr. Conrad, are you still awake?”

On the phone, she heard the man’s deep and hoarse voice. “Ehn?”

“I want to share a joke with you - once upon a time, a toothpick was walking on the street. He walked

and walked. Then he saw a hedgehog. He...”

“Stella,” the man interrupted her in a hoarse tone, “Can’t you fall asleep?”

“Thanks to you, Mr. Conrad. You’ve exposed the scumbag’s true colors. My friend got drunk and has

been vomiting for a whole night. I have to take care of her.”

Clarence was choked up.

When Stella thought that he was about to hang up the phone, she heard him asking in a flat tone,

“Aren’t you going to continue with your joke?”

Being interrupted, Stella forgot what she was telling him. She asked, “Mr. Conrad, would you like to

share any joke with me?”

“I don’t have any.”

“A bedtime story?”

She wanted the wretched man to coax his uneasy baby in her belly.

He repeated his answer. “I don’t have any.”

From his voice, Stella could tell that he had almost sobered up at this moment. That meant she had

achieved her goals.

She yawned. “Forget it. I’m sleepy. Good night, Mr. Conrad.”

After finishing her words, she directly hung up the phone without giving Clarence any chance to

respond.

To avoid that the wretched man would call her back for revenge, Stella deliberately put the phone aside

instead of putting back. Then she huddled up on the sofa, falling asleep peacefully.

On the second day, when Stella got up, Sherry was still sleeping. Stella made the hangover soup and

put it into the vacuum cup. Then she prepared the breakfast and left Sherry a note before going to work

in SG Jewelry Magazine.

Just right after Stella asked for leave on behalf of Sherry, she heard the coworkers discussing - Mr.

Conrad from Conrad Group had come over.

Stella wondered if the wretched man had become pettier. She had just called him at the midnight and

woken him up. How could he leave all his business behind and come over to blame him in such an

early morning?

When she was about to sneak away, Stanford’s assistant walked to her. “Excuse me, Miss Sharon. Mr.

Leif asked you go to the meeting room.”

Stella pressed her temples, forced to pay the price for being so willful.

In the meeting room…

Clarence was sitting in the chair. He looked aloof and calm, his face expressionless.

Stanford was sitting next to him, believing that he was in a dilemma now.

It would be fine if he didn’t know Stella’s relationship with Mr. Conrad, but Stanford had known it. It was

obvious that the couple was in a fight, Mr. Conrad brought it to business aboveboard. However, Stella

wasn’t willing to compromise at all. Now they were still in the war.

Stanford had a hunch that later this meeting room would become a smoky battlefield.

Soon, the door of the meeting room was knocked.

Stella pushed the door open and ignored the other man in the room purposely. “Excuse me, Mr. Leif.

Did you want to see me?”

Stanford coughed and officially introduced, “Sharon, this is Mr. Conrad from Conrad Group.”

Stella looked over at the man. “Good morning, Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence cast her a glance without speaking.

Stella knew that the wretched man was putting on airs.

“Sharon, this is the thing - before that show, Conrad Group had provided SG with a quota to support.

Mr. Conrad came here for this matter.”

After a few seconds, Stella said, “Mr. Conrad, thanks for your kindness. I didn’t think I was that

outstanding in the show. Please leave this opportunity to some other candidate who has larger potential

and is more excellent.”

Clarence said flatly, “You know you are incapable. Why don’t you want to raise your ability?”

Stella was speechless.

She didn’t mean that she was fucking incapable.

Clarence added, “In that show, besides Winnie Truman, nobody else is qualified to get this quota based

on their performance, including you. I didn’t want to choose an incapable person that’s only better than

others. But I haven’t to keep my promise. Understand?”