Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

The manager stammered for a moment but still didn’t know how to answer. He wondered why Mr.

Conrad cared so much about this matter. Last time, when he asked and knew that Chan needed

money, he didn’t say anything, did he?

Clarence pulled a long cold face. He had known the answer already. “You may leave now.”

“Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

The manager breathed a sigh of relief and left the box, feeling as if he had returned from Hell and

managed to survive.

After the door of the private box was closed, Vincent asked, “Did your brother-in-law sell his admission

letter?”

Clarence looked at him expressionlessly.

Vincent immediately changed and corrected his words precisely, “Your ex-wife’s younger brother.”

Clarence withdrew his gaze and poured himself a glass of wine. He said in a flat tone, “None of my

business.”

Upon hearing it, Vincent couldn’t help but click his tongue. If he didn’t care, Clarence wouldn’t have

called the Twilight Club’s manager over once he got a wild guess.

Right then, Nathan knocked at the door and came in. “Excuse me, Mr. Conrad. Mrs... Ms. Radomil’s

father followed you here. He made a fuss and said he wants to see you and his debtors asked him to

pay the debt in three days.”

Clarence didn’t raise his head at all. He said in a cold tone, “Ask him to fuck off.”

“Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

Nathan walked out and the door of the box was closed again. Clarence pinched the goblet with his

knuckled fingers, his handsome features seeming to be covered with a layer of frost. He looked

expressionless. “Do you still think I like her until now?”

Vincent was taken aback. “Pardon?”

“Three years ago, she gave up the opportunity of going to Paris for money. Three years later, her

brother gave up his university admission letter for money. For those people who are mercenary, is it

worth me to favor them?”

“Well... The matters happened for some reasons, didn’t they?

Clarence snorted. “No matter what the reasons were. They have given up their own futures. How could

others pity them?”

...

At home, Stella hung up the phone. Sherry walked in with a pack of snacks. She looked envious and

said, “How wonderful! I also want to have a younger brother who could be a straight-A student. If I can’t

rely on my boyfriend or husband, I can rely on my brother at least. What did Chan tell you on the

phone?

Stella smiled. “He said he’s going to college tomorrow. Then they would have a half-month military

training. He asked me to take care of myself.”

“Oh, right! I’ve almost forgotten about the military training. It was just a nightmare for me.” Sherry

thought for a moment. “How about we send Chan to college tomorrow together? In that case, we can

also look around his university and see if his roommates are handsome.”

Stella was amused. Then she said, “Forget it. Chan won’t be willing to let us do that.”

Sherry lay down on her bed. “I think so, too. Sometimes, he’s way too stubborn, just like you. We can

go there in the future when we have a chance.”

After a short while, Stella asked in a gentle voice, “Has Liam Keith come to you recently?”

“I’ve already blocked all his contact ways. I guess he must be enjoying his life with that hypocritical

woman Jolie Young. I wish they loving each other, happy ever after, and leading a life in hell.”

Stella fell into the silence. Then she asked, “If... Liam Keith’s mother invited you to attend her birthday

banquet, would you go there?”

Sherry sneered. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I go? I’ll tell her mother what a scumbag she had raised in

the presence of all his friends and relatives. Then I’ll print his affair on the posts and deliver one copy to

each of the attendees.”

Stella was speechless.

She heaved a sigh and gave up her idea.

She wanted Sherry to give her some valuable suggestions, but seemingly she wouldn’t.

Joanna seemed to be quite aggressive, so Stella didn’t think that she could skip the birthday banquet.

It seemed all the members of the Conrad family were the same -- they always criticized others from

their own subjective angle of views and forced others to do something others’ were unwilling to.

Stella guessed that probably all the rich were like this -- unreasonable and self-centered.

In the afternoon of the next day, when Stella was drawing a draft, she received a call from an unknown

number. “Hello, Ms. Radomil, Mrs. Conrad asked me to pick you up for her birthday banquet. Shall I

wait for you to come downstairs or shall I go upstairs?”

Stella pressed her lips. “I will go downstairs myself. Please wait for a moment.”

“All right.”

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the untouched envelope and took a deep breath. Then she

picked up her handbag and left the office.

Stella arrived downstairs. The mid-aged man cast her a glance. “Ms. Radomil, are you going to attend

the banquet in such outfit?”

Stella was wearing a loosened dress and light makeup for being polite. She said, “I’ll just say happy

birthday to Mrs. Conrad and return something to her. Then I’ll leave.”

The mid-aged man nodded slightly. He didn’t speak anything else and opened the door of the car for

her.

Joanna’s birthday was held in the Conrads' Mansion. Different from the quietness, a lot of luxurious

cars were parked in there. A lot of guests attended the banquet, quite lively.

After getting off the car, Stella looked at the place that she didn’t fit in, lowering her head.

She turned around, only to find that the mid-aged man who took her here had vanished.

She could only meet Joanna after going across the yard where a lot of attendees were gathering.

When things came to this far, Stella clearly understood Joanna’s purpose to invite her here -- only after

seeing the difference between herself and them, Stella wouldn’t be trying to get something that would

never belong to her.

With each step she took, she sobered up more.

Stella clenched her fists, walking in step by step.

All the guests around her were well dressed. Seeing her wearing such a casual outfit, a lot of people

looked at her weirdly and discussed her.

Some of them recognized that she used to be Clarence’s wife. And some of them didn’t know who she

was.

After going across the yard, Stella stopped her pace. Standing in front of the door, she pressed her lips

slightly.

Right then, she heard a gentle voice from her back. “Hi, Stella?”

Stella turned around. “Good evening, Mr. Conrad.”

Justine smiled faintly. He operated his wheelchair to approach her. “Did you come here with Clarence?”

Stella shook her head. “No. I’m here for Mrs. Conrad.”

Upon hearing it, Justine looked a bit surprised.

Stella pulled out an envelope from her handbag. “Mr. Conrad, it’s so nice to meet you help. Please help

me return this to Mrs. Conrad. I won’t go into the house then.”

“Well...” Justin didn’t reach out and get it over. He asked, “Has my mother talked to you? About Annie’s

matter?”

“Yes. Horace and I are just friends. We don’t have any affairs. It’s unnecessary for Mrs. Conrad to such

a thing.”

Justin looked around and said calmly, “It’s so rare for you to come here. Don’t leave in such a hurry.

Please push me to wander around in the backyard.”

Since he requested so, Stella couldn’t refuse. She could only put the envelop back into her handbag

and pushed Justin’s wheelchair to be garden in the backyard.

The farther they went, the fewer guests there were.

Suddenly, Justin said, “I guess you must be quite curious why my mother didn’t object when you

married Clarence. Instead, she made the trouble to you because of the marriage between Annie and

Horace Jason.”