Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

At noon the next day, when Stella had just finished lunch and was about to walk into her office, a call

from an unknown number came in.

Due to the experience last night, she stared at the cell phone and didn’t answer it until she hesitated for

a moment.

Pinching her cell phone, she didn’t speak first. She had planned to hang up the phone immediately as

soon as she heard the wretched man’s voice. She wouldn’t give him any chance to threaten her.

Much to her surprise, a strange man’s voice rang out at the end of the line, “Hello, Ms. Radomil. I’m

from the moving company. Are you home right now? We’ve arrived downstairs of your apartment.”

Stella was quite confused, “The moving company? I’m not moving anywhere.”

“May I confirm with you, please? Are you Ms. Stella Radomil?”

Stella frowned, “Who hired you?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Radomil. I can only see your name, address, and contact number here.”

Stella inhaled deeply, “Please wait for a moment. I’ll go back right now.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella put away it and walked out of the office.

Seeing that, Sherry asked, “Stella, where are you going?”

“A moving company called me and said they’ve arrived downstairs of my apartment. I need to go back.”

“What? I’ll go with you then.”

Stella said, “No, thanks, Sherry. I can go back myself.”

A female employee applied for a day off. The other girl went out for lunch. If she left, Sherry was the

only one in the studio.

Sherry thought for a moment and handed her car key to Stella, “All right. Go check what’s going on. If

you need any help, call me.”

“Sure.”

Their apartment was quite close to the studio, so Stella arrived there after driving for a few minutes.

She pulled the door of the car open, starting at the truck with the logo of the moving company.

Obviously, the staff saw her. Immediately, he came over, “Ms. Radomil, right?”

Stella nodded.

The man asked his coworkers to pull over a big paper box with a trolley, “Ms. Radomil, please sign

here. We’ll help you carry it upstairs.”

Stella asked, “Do you have a cutter? May I use it please?”

“Sure. Here you are.”

Stella cut open the scotch tape that sealed the box. Seeing that there were all clothes in there instead

of anything creepy, she breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

She said, “I’m sorry, but those are not my things. Could you please send them back to where they

came from?”

The staff of the moving company obviously had never expected that it would end up like this. He was in

a dilemma, “Ms. Radomil, this is an order directly sent down from the company. I was told that I must

send it to you in person. If we sent it back, we would get fired.”

His coworker echoed, “Ms. Radomil, please. This is my first day onboard. My younger sister is still at

school. I can’t lose my job.”

Stella’s temples popped. According to the threatening method, she realized that it was from the

wretched man.

After a moment of silence, she said, “Please help me carry it upstairs.”

“Thank you, Ms. Radomil.”

“Ms. Radomil, it’s so nice of you!”

After Stella went back to the studio, Sherry noticed that she was quite depressed and spiritless. She

asked, “Stella, what happened?”

Stella shook her head helplessly, forcing a smile. She gave back the car key to Sherry, “I’ll continue

with the design draft.”

Sitting a the desk, Stella cheered herself up. She told herself not to be defeated by the difficult so

easily. She knew that the wretched man had done so to deliberately trouble her, aiming to let her beg

him. Hence, she decided to ignore it completely.

Much to Stella’s surprise, the wretched man did it continuously in the following days - she kept

receiving a big box each day.

Shortly after, the apartment that was suitable for her and Sherry and looked quite empty was fully

occupied.

Sherry skillfully opened one box and pulled out a ruby necklace from the box. Instantly, her eyes were

lit up, “Holy shit! I’ve seen this necklace in a photography exhibition. It’s said that it costs tens of

millions. How could it be stuffed in such a box? Is Clarence Conrad is out of his mind or am I nuts?”

Stella nestled on the sofa. She looked up and took a glance. The necklace looked familiar to her.

She recalled that one year, Nathan said a client company gave them as a gift, so he gave it to her as

her birthday gift.

The next second, Sherry kept pulling out a lot of treasures from the box, “These earrings... And this

one... this one... Whoa... This is a set, a limited edition of an overseas luxury brand.”

Stella looked at those paper boxes in a daze.

Except for the dresses, most of the jewelry in the boxes was given to her by Nathan. He said either

they were gifts from the clients' companies or they were benefits from Conrad Group...

She didn’t expect that each of them was priceless.

If she had known that and taken some with her, she wouldn’t be so bothered when Clarence asked her

to return the money she had borrowed from him.

Sherry sat next to her, heaving a sigh, “I never expected that the wretched man is so generous. He’s

given you so many priceless gifts.”

Stella thought for a while. She picked up her cell phone and stood up, “Sherry, I’ll make a call.”

Sherry was eating a strawberry, “Go ahead.”

Stella walked to the balcony and looked up Clarence’s number in the block list. She tabbed the number

to call him.

In a few seconds, the call was connected.

Clarence’s indifferent voice was heard, “Speak.”

Stella said, “Mr. Conrad, please don’t send things over to me anymore. I don’t need them.”

At the other end of the line, Clarence paused and asked, “Don’t you need them?”

“No...”

Before she could finish her words, Clarence said, “Stella, you’ve overthought. I didn’t give them to you

as gifts. Those are the belongings that you’ve left in Starry Lake Mansion and didn’t take it along with

you.”

Stella was speechless.

He continued, “Since you don’t have time to come over and take them away, is there anything wrong

that I hired the moving company to send them to you?”

Stella couldn’t find her tongue for a while and uttered a few words, “Nothing wrong.”

Clarence said, “That’s good then. There is still half of them left in the closet.”

“Wait, Mr. Conrad,” Stella immediately said, “Mr. Conrad, I don’t need them. Could you please give

them to someone else or deal with them?”

“It’s your own problem. It has nothing to do with me.”

Stella was silent.

Sure enough, the wretched man was quite petty. He retorted her with the lines that she said to him

earlier.

When Stella was about to smash her cell phone, Clarence said slowly, “It’s not difficult to resolve the

problem actually. As long as you can be my date and attend an event with me this weekend.”

Stella sneered. She knew that the wretched man had planned something.

She said, “Mr. Conrad, I have an appointment this weekend already.”

“With whom?”

“A friend of mine.”

“Which one?”

Stella gripped the handrail of the window on the balcony tightly, “Mr. Conrad, I don’t need to report my

schedule to you.”

Clarence said, “I didn’t ask you to. I’m just asking you.”

“I see. I can also refuse to answer.”

Clarence was speechless.