Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

“Please don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. I’ll get you a good price.”

Channing nodded. “Thank you.”

The manager of Twilight Club said, “You are welcome. But, Channing, don’t you think it’s not worthy?”

“Not at all. Comparing to this, I need the money more eagerly right now.”

The manager heaved a sigh. “Okay. I’ll resolve this matter for you as soon as possible.”

Channing hummed and then strode away.

The manager turned around and saw a man standing nearby. He hurriedly walked over, “Hi, Mr.

Conrad.”

Clarence was wearing a white shirt only, standing there calmly with one hand in his pocket. He looked

in the direction where Channing left and asked in a super flat tone, “Why does he need money?”

The manager still remembered that Channing used to hit Clarence, cold sweat oozing on his forehead.

However, he could only answer, “It seems that something happened in his family.”

“How much does he need?”

“A million...”

Clarence snorted. He had almost forgotten that the Radomil family was always greedy for money. One

million was the smallest amount they asked for.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, the manager felt that his heart jumped into his throat. “Well, Mr. Conrad, if

there’s nothing else, may I go back to my work please?”

“Ehn.”

After the manager was gone, Vincent walked out aside. “Why didn’t you ask him what happened?”

Lifting his foot, Clarence left. He answered without any expression, “Not interested.”

Walking out of Twilight Club, Clarence received a call from an unknown number.

Rubbing between his brows, he swiped to answer. From the other end of the line, he heard Stella’s

cautious voice, “Hello, Mr. Conrad. Am I interrupting?”

“Go ahead.”

“I...” Stella hesitated for a long time and couldn’t finish her words.

In fact, as soon as she heard Clarence’s cold voice, she regretted it. She shouldn’t have called him.

Clarence wasn’t that patient. “How about I finish the words for you?”

Stella was taken aback. “What? I...”

“How much do you want? One million? Or two million?”

“I didn’t mean it. I just want to...”

Clarence interrupted her, “Stella Radomil, have I given you a wrong impression that you could come to

ask me for money?”

On the other end of the line, Stella fell into the silence. She didn’t know what to speak.

“You are not a teenage girl, naive and innocent. Do you think a kiss means I like you?” Clarence

continued in a flat tone, “I’ve fucked you so many times. If I like you, I should have liked you long ago.

What do you think?”

Stella answered in a hoarse tone, “I didn’t think that way.”

“Better you didn’t. It’s useless if you did.”

After finishing his words, Clarence hung up the phone directly.

Less than two minutes, Nathan, who was scratching his hair, received a message from Clarence,

asking him not to find a date to attend the banquet.

Nathan gaped, wondering if Mr. And Mrs. Conrad had a fight again.

...

Holding the cell phone in her hand, Stella was sitting by the window for a long time.

She called him just because she wanted to ask him if she could delay paying the money until next

month.

However, the wretched man sounded like he had eaten the gunpowder. Before she could finish her

words, he had started shooting her and sentenced her to death.

Stella thought she might lose her mind to mistake that he liked her.

After a long while, she dialed Jeffrey’s number. As expected, she couldn’t reach him. After sending him

a text message, she tossed the phone aside, held her quilt, and closed her eyes.

After waiting at home for three days, Stella received a call from Jeffrey who talked to her on a landline

phone. He said anxiously and delightfully, “My darling daughter, did you say you want to get me some

money?”

“Yeah. Come to get it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Where do you live now? I can go to see you now.”

Stella said, “I haven’t collected enough money yet. Come tomorrow. Or, forget it.”

Jeffrey immediately said, “Okay. Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

Stella told him an address. She was not in the mood to waste any word on him, so she directly hung up

the phone.

The second day, as soon as Stella walked out, she found Channing standing at the door.

Channing said, “I’ll go with you.”

“Okay, but you can’t act recklessly. No matter what happens, don’t fight with them.”

“I know.”

After they had arrived at the appointed place, Adolph had been waiting for them there with several

men.

Seeing Stella come in, Adolph stood up and asked, “Have you brought the money?”

Stella pulled out a bank card. “All in here.”

When Adolph was about to reach out and take it, she said, “Wait. We should wait for another man.”

With a frown, Adolph asked, “Do you want to trick me?”

“There are only two of us here. What trick can we play?”

“Okay. I’ll give you ten more minutes.”

Stella stood there quietly, looking quite indifferently.

Adolph couldn’t help but cast a few glances at her. When he collected the debt three years ago, this

woman brought him a quite deep impression.

She was pretty, smart, and calm. She should have a bright future, but unfortunately, her father was

Jeffrey Radomil. What a pity!

A few minutes later, the door was opened along with Jeffrey’s happy voice. “My dear daughter, have

you collected enough money...”

As he spoke, Jeffrey saw the group of people in the room. His expression changed dramatically, turning

around, ready to run away.

Adolph reacted pretty quickly. “Catch him!”

Before taking a few steps, Jeffrey was pressed by several men. His belly got a fierce kick.

After making sure that he didn’t have the energy to run away, those men pulled his collar and dragged

him into the box.

As soon as he was dragged in, he snapped, “Stella Radomil, you ungrateful bitch! I’ve brought you up.

How dare you set me up with outsiders. I’ll...”

Before he finished his words, another punch was thrown on his belly.

Adolph looked over at Stella. “Now, can you give me the money?”

Stella looked aloof, giving the car to him.

When he was about to ask his men to check if there was enough money in the card, Stella said, “Not

necessary. There’s only fifty thousand.”

Adolph’s expression changed dramatically. “Are you fooling me?”

“That’s all money that I could collect.” Stella cast a glance at Jeffrey. “He’s the man who owes you

money. Now, I’ve brought him to you. Shouldn’t you ask him for the debt?”

Neither Adolph nor Jeffrey had expected that was her plan. In an instant, Jeffrey started cursing her

with all dirty words. Adolph was annoyed. After receiving several more punches, Jeffrey finally quieted

down.

Stella said in a flat tone, “If you don’t want the fifty thousand, just beat him to death. My life will be

peaceful as well.”

Adolph squinted, approaching her. “Little Missy, I don’t agree with you at all.”

Channing stood in front of Stella protectively, gazing at him coldly. Since Adolph was much shorter than

Channing, the former found his temperament weakened.

Without looking back, Adolph ordered, “Beat him.”

The next second, they heard Jeffrey’s cry in pain.

Stella forced herself to ignore the scene, but his miserable howls got into her ears.

Sickened, she clenched her fingers tightly. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to keep

silent.