Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

As soon as Stella went back to the studio, Sherry trotted over, pulling her into the lounge, “How did it

go? What did the police say? Is there any result?”

Stella shook her head, “Not yet. They just asked me what happened.”

Sherry clicked her tongue, “It seems Arthur Barnett has offended a lot of people. It should be quite

difficult to find out the murderer in a short time.”

Stella happened to be a bit thirsty. She turned around and picked up a glass to get some water. She

said slowly, “I also met Modesty Parker in the police station.”

“Modesty Parker? Why was she there?”

“Same as me, doing the record.” Stella took a few sips of the water and continued, “But, I always feel...”

Sherry asked, “What do you feel?”

Stella returned to her senses, shaking her head, “Nothing. We’d better wait for the investigation result

disclosed by the police.”

Sherry said, “Oh, by the way, Doreen and I want to hang out in the bar we went to last time. Why don’t

you join us? Let’s relax. I also invited Daniel. Would you like to invite that wretched man?”

“Better not. He’s angry with me recently.”

Since last night till now, the wretched didn’t send her a message or called her. In the morning, she sent

him a message to greet him, but he didn’t answer her at all.

Sherry said directly, “All right. Just ignore him, then. We’ll enjoy ourselves more without him.”

Stella exhaled, “Forget it. You guys have fun. I need to deal with the design drafts. I’m still behind the

schedule.”

Upon hearing it, Sherry didn’t insist, “Okay. Don’t work too late. Go home early.”

Stella said with a smile, “Okay, I will.”

For the whole afternoon, Stella stayed in the office and finished several drafts.

After finishing the last one today, she stretched. It was already dark outside. She checked the time - it

was eleven o’clock in the evening.

Stella didn’t expect that it turned out to be so late.

She picked up her cell phone and checked. The wretched man still hadn’t replied to her message.

What a petty man!

Stella packed her belongings. While walking out of the office, she called Nathan.

After the call was connected, Nathan asked, “Hi, Ms. Radomil. What’s wrong?”

Stella asked, “Is Clarence still in the company?”

“Yes, he is. Mr. Conrad is still in a meeting. He has been quite busy recently. He has been in meetings

for a whole day.”

Stella asked again, “Where did he stay in the past few days, Starry Lake Mansion or his apartment

downtown?”

Nathan probably had no idea why she was asking about it. He recalled that Stella didn’t like Starry

Lake Mansion, so he tentatively answered, “I guess it’s his apartment downtown.”

“I got it. Thanks. Please go back to your work.”

After hanging up the phone, Stella locked the door of her studio, driving towards Clarence’s apartment

downtown.

After ten minutes, Clarence came out of the conference room.

Nathan followed him immediately, “Excuse me, Mr. Conrad. Mrs. Conrad called just now.”

Clarence asked indifferently, “What did she say?”

“She asked... if you are still in the company.” As a qualified and outstanding assistant, Nathan also

repeated his answer, “I told her you are still in a meeting and you’ve been in meetings for a whole day.”

Clarence recalled that Stella had sent him a greeting this morning, which he hadn’t replied to yet.

He pulled out his cell phone and looked over at Nathan, “Is that all?”

“Yes...” Suddenly, Nathan recalled something, “Mrs. Conrad also asked if you went back to Starry Lake

Mansion or your apartment downtown.”

Upon hearing it, Clarence slightly frowned, “What did you tell her?”

“I said the apartment downtown.”

Pressing his thin lips, Clarence paused his pace. Suddenly, he turned around and walked into the

elevator.

On the way, he called Stella several times, but she didn’t answer.

He ordered the driver in a cold tone, “Speed up.”

Stella had muted her cell phone while drawing her design draft in the afternoon, and she forgot to turn

on the volume earlier. Also, she had been driving, so she didn’t notice that there were incoming calls.

After she parked in the underground parking lot of the apartment, Stella looked back, only to find that

the black car was still following her.

Ignoring them, she got off the car and walked into the apartment.

It was quite late now. There was nearly no one in the community. It was extremely quiet.

When Stella just arrived at the entrance of the apartment, she faintly saw a familiar figure in front. She

was taken aback. With widened eyes, she wanted to see the figure more clearly.

However, the light was a bit dim, and she couldn’t verify if that figure was the person she knew.

Without any hesitation, she rushed to follow the person.

Stella was getting closer and closer to the figure. When she was about to call the person to verify,

Clarence suddenly showed up in front of her.

He almost ran over, and he was panting now.

Stella looked at him in confusion.

Clarence looked calm. He asked in his ever-cold tone, “Why are you here?”

“I’m just passing by.”

After that, Stella recalled the figure just now. She pushed away Clarence, but the figure in front had

vanished.

Clarence asked flatly, “Which route did you take so you can pass by my apartment?”

Upon realizing that he was speaking ironically, Stella answered seriously, “Probably I was blind.”

When she was about to turn away, her arm was grabbed by him.

She heard his calm voice, “You are blind. Why are you still so bold to run around?”

Stella choked up.

He added, “In this case, you should beg me for help. Probably I’ll send you home.”

“I’d rather call the police for help. It’s more reliable.”

Clarence said, “Are you sure you don’t want to beg me?”

“Yes!”

Clarence said, “Okay. Come home with me then.”

Stella was impressed.

Clarence moved his grip on her arm, holding her fingers.

Stella closed her eyes, “You’d better know when to stop. Aren’t we fighting now?”

“When did it happen?”

Clarence ignored her, pulling her downstairs.

He made her feel that he wouldn’t allow her to escape since she had come to him herself.

After entering the elevator, Stella wanted to pull out her hand, but she failed after trying several times.

Hence, she could only give up.

Looking at the changing numbers, Stella suddenly said, “Just now, I seemed to have seen Amanda

Byron. Is she also living here?”

Clarence glanced at her and said indifferently, “You truly should go check up your eyes.”

Stella snorted, “If it weren’t that you suddenly appeared and blocked my sight, I would have verified if

that was her or not. The person looked like her a lot from the back.

“Have you been working on your draft in the whole afternoon?”

“What? Yes, I have...”

“You’ve over-used your eyes. It’s normal you had the illusion. You don’t need to worry.”

Stella wasn’t worried.

Noticing that the wretched man kept teasing her, Stella didn’t want to talk to him any longer. She

focused on how to get rid of his grip.

However, when she succeeded a bit, she was pulled into his arms.

Clarence whispered in her ear, “There’s surveillance in the elevator. Stop touching me.”

Stella completely choked up.