Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

In the evening, when Stella walked out of her office, the girls in her studio happened to prepare to get

off the work.

They greeted Stella, “Stella, we will come home now.”

Stella nodded her head with a smile, “See you tomorrow.”

After the girls’ leaving, Stella looked at Sherry who was standing aside with a backpack on her back.

She uncontrollably raised her brows and asked, “What are you…”

Sherry coughed to cover her embarrassment, “I’m not doing anything. Just having an exercise.”

Stella walked to the tearoom to pour some water and said with a smile, “Are you going to date Daniel?”

Sherry walked to her and leaned against the wall, “No…Nope.”

She lowered her head to buckle the belt of her backpack, “It’s just that we’re going to have a meal

together.”

Stella picked up her glass, took a sip of the water and took a glance at the man who was waiting

outside, “Hurry up. He’s waiting for you.”

Sherry looked over following her gaze, her lips uncontrollably twitched. She pondered for a while and

said, “Stella, there’s no matter in the studio. Would you like to go with us?”

Stella replied, “No, thanks. Cla…Clarence will come to find me later.”

A knowing expression appeared on Sherry’s face when she heard the reply. She then said sensibly,

“Then I will not bother you. I will leave first, goodbye.”

Stella nodded her head, “Be careful.”

After Sherry’s leaving, Stella closed the glass door. When she prepared to walk into the studio, she saw

someone in the car in the opposite street was watching her.

The car had been parked at that place long time ago.

Sensing Stella’s gaze, the person in the car quickly withdrew his lines of sights, started the car and

followed Daniel’s car to leave.

Seeing this, Stella slightly pressed her lips together.

If her guess was right, the one in the car should be Charles’ subordinate.

Stella came back to her office, put the glass of water on the desk and then picked up her painting

pencil. She pondered for a long while, yet didn’t draw anything in the end.

She only wrote down several names on the drawing paper.

Charles Steward, Phoebe Steward, Daniel, Cameron Carter and Mr. Moore who gave the key to the

storage house to her before and disappeared after that…

Looking at the names on the paper, Stella pondered for a while and added a name: William.

Although William seemed to have no relationship with the whole matter, he had some relationships with

the above-mentioned people.

Stella recalled the day when she came to Cameron’s house together with Emmett. It seemed like

William and Emmett didn’t know each other and they simply greeted each other lightly.

This was so strange. Emmett was so close with Cameron, and it seemed like William also had a good

relationship with Cameron that how it appeared on the surface.

With their relationships with Cameron, they had many opportunities to meet each other.

There could be only two explanations for this. Maybe Emmett and William were not familiar with each

other, or maybe they pretended to be unfamiliar with each other.

Emmett, Daniel and Cameron had a shared purpose, which was to fight against Charles.

As for William, although he looked like a person who had nothing to do with this matter, he coincidently

won the bidding of the Steward Group’s project.

Combing these things, it was difficult for her to believe that William came here just for developing the

domestic market.

However how hard she tried, Stella still couldn’t figure out anything. Fretful, she blotted out all the

names on the paper.

Right at this moment, a man’s low voice sounded by her ear, “What are you writing?”

Being caught off guard, Stella was startled and subconsciously leaned backwards, yet only leaned onto

the man’s hot chest.

Clarence curled his lips into a smile and took the advantage to put his arm around her shoulders.

Stella, “…”

This wretched man must have done it purposely.

Clarence asked, “Have you eaten?”

“Didn’t you ask me to wait for you?”

Clarence raised his brows, “Let’s go.”

Stella packaged up her things, tore down the paper with the names on it, crumpled it up into a ball and

threw it into the trash can.

When having dinner, Stella asked, “I saw the statement posted by the Conrad Group today. What do

you think of it?”

“Are you mentioning the cheating in the contest, or the matter of bribing the judge?”

Stella was confused and asked, “Aren’t they the same thing.”

Clarence added some water into her glass, “Originally it’s the same thing. But now it was handled as

two matters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Someone accused Modesty of cheating in the contest and bribing the judges. There’s evidence to

prove that she has cheated in the contest. But as for bribing the judges, from the current situation, it

seems like an oral accusation and there’s no evidence. Moreover, the two judges refuse to admit it.

Therefore, it can only be regarded as two matters.”

Stella couldn’t help but frown when she heard the words, “It’s true that there’s no direct evidence to

prove that Modesty has bribed the judges. But I still believe that Modesty doesn’t have the ability to

bribe them. As for Robert, the organizer of the contest has investigated him and they found that he

didn’t do that…”

Clarence said slowly, “Now that it was not something she is able to do, we should not waste time on

her any longer.”

Stella was stunned. Several seconds later, she suddenly understood what he meant.

That was it. She almost forgot that Phoebe and Aurora also took part in the Young Designers’ Contest.

Stella asked, “Phoebe and Aurora, which one would do that?”

“Both of them are suspects.” Clarence paused and then continued, “But the Barton Group has a

subsidiary company that engages in fashion and it has a deep cooperation with the two judges.”

Stella understood all when she heard the words.

Aurora was the one behind this.

It was not simply about bribing the judges. Because of the company’s cooperation with the two judges,

no one would find any problem in the articles of their contracts or the capital intercourse between the

two parties. This was the reason why Louis didn’t find it.

Thinking of this, Stella couldn’t help but click her tongue.

Clarence asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just feel that Mr. Conrad is so charming.”

Clarence, “?”

As Stella was almost full, she stood up and said, “I’m full. I’ll leave first.”

Clarence licked his teeth and followed her out.

When Stella pulled open the door to the driver’s seated, she found Clarence had seated himself on the

passenger seat.

Stella, “…”

She got into the car sulkily and asked, “Mr. Conrad, what are you doing?”

Clarence replied without any expressional change, “Send you back.”

Stella didn’t want to talk with him. She sat into the car and pulled the seatbelt, but Clarence suddenly

leaned forwards.

Stella subconsciously moved backwards, “What… what do you want to do?”

Clarence clasped her hand, buckled the seatbelt for her and said in a charming voice, “To buckle the

seatbelt for you. Or what do you want me to do?”

Looking at his face that was so close to hers, Stella suddenly felt hot. She coughed, winded down the

window and pushed his chest, “Sit properly. You’ve blocked my sight.”

When speaking, she looked towards the rear-view mirror on her right as if what she said was true.

She then started the car.