Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After Nathan left the CEO’s office, he felt that the back of his shirt was soaked in sweat.

He simply packed up and left Conrad Group directly.

On the way, Nathan picked up a phone call. After hanging up, he called Clarence.

From the other end of the line, Clarence said indifferently, “Speak.”

“Mr. Conrad, I got the news just now. The payment for those people was wired from an overseas account in Phoebe

Steward’s name. The account was opened in New York City twenty years ago. A large amount of money was wired

into the account every year. I guess it was gained from the illegal deeds that Armand Bernard has been doing.

“This account number is quite confidential. There's only transfer-in but no withdrawal at all. No one else, including

Phoebe Steward, knows about this account.”

Clarence asked, “Have you found when Lyndon Steward left City N?”

Nathan answered, “William and we have sent our men to all entrances and exits of City N. Even if he chose to steal

into another country, he couldn’t have left quietly without alerting us. Hence there’s one possibility...”

Either Lyndon was able to escape through underground, or someone helped him flee away. The person must be

someone that they wouldn’t investigate or suspect.

After a few seconds, Clarence said, “I’ll stay in London for a while longer. If anything happens in City N, deal with it

with Maxwell. Please also keep an eye on Stella’s studio. If they are too busy, you can send two helpers over.”

Nathan answered and said with hesitation, “Mr. Conrad...”

“Go ahead.”

However, Nathan held back his words in silence.

Clarence asked, “Are you getting married?”

Nathan gaped, “How could it be possible?”

He was too busy to find a girlfriend. Who would he marry to?

“Why are you stammering then? Do you want me to send you an invitation for a speech?”

Nathan was speechless.

He regretted it, if only he could speak directly just now.

With Clarence’s remark, Nathan felt like what he was going to say would sound like he was blaming Clarence, mixed

with threats and showing-off.

After a short while of silence, Nathan continued, “Young Master Justin had a talk to me today.”

“What benefits did he offer?”

“He asked me to be the deputy president with a five percent dividend.”

Clarence said, “That’s nice. You can give me more lucky money for my wedding.”

Nathan choked up.

Suddenly, he realized that Clarence seemed to have succeeded in his marriage proposal.

Nathan let out a dry laugh and said, “If I reject Master Justin's offer, may I skip the lucky money for your wedding?”

“Dream on.” After a few seconds, Clarence added, “It’s all up to you if you want to accept his offer or not. Make

your own decision. Don't mind about me.”

“I won’t go.”

Clarence said, “It’s your own decision. You can’t blame me for it in the future.”

Nathan said solemnly, “Mr. Conrad, do you know why it has taken you such a long time to gain Ms. Radomil’s heart?

It’s because you have an extremely sharp tongue.”

“So what? I’ve won her heart.”

Nathan smiled wryly. What could he say? He decided to follow this man himself.

Clarence spoke again, “All right. You can go back on your word at any time without telling me.”

After that, he hung up the phone.

Nathan held the phone, heaving a sigh. He wondered why he had become so popular suddenly as two men were

"fighting" for him.

One of them was gentle and kind, and the other was cold-hearted and ruthless, bad-tempered, and sharp-tongued.

It was quite a challenge to make the choice, wasn’t it?

On the other side, Stella heard the footsteps in the corridor. She walked over quietly, only to find that Clarence was

standing in front of the window, lost in thought.

She walked over and asked, “What happened? Who has called just now?”

Clarence turned to look at her and sighed, “Sadly, your vacant position without any competition might lose the only

one candidate.”

Stella was confused, wondering what nonsense he was talking about.

Clarence withdrew his gaze and looked forward. After a while, he said, “Nathan will probably stay in Conrad Group.”

It took a few seconds for Stella to understand what he meant just now.

Trying to hold back her laughter, she stood next to him and asked, “Don’t you want him to stay in Conrad Group?”

“What does it have anything to do with me? I can’t make any decision for him. Or he would blame me in the future

if he think working for me is no better than staying in Conrad Group.”

“That makes sense. If he continued working for you, he would become bald before turning thirty.”

Clarence corrected her. “He is thirty-one.”

Stella was rendered speechless.

He sounded as if it was normal for a thirty-one-year-old man to become bald.

It started drizzling outside the window.

After a while, Clarence asked, “Do you think I’ve given him too much pressure?”

“A bit. Think about it. You even asked him to wash dishes. As long as you need him, he will appear immediately. He’s

always twenty-four hours standby. I guess he does have a lot of pressure.”

Clarence turned to look at her. “Do you know how much he earns a year?”

Stella chose to shut up.

Clarence continued, “Justin promised him a five-percent dividend. According to the average profit of Conrad Group,

it will be ten times his current annual salary. I can understand why he’s interested.

“Of course, the amount was only based on the average profit of Conrad Group when I was still the CEO. After I quit,

Conrad Group’s profit will remain normal in the following two years, but it will go down later. Then he won’t get as

much as the current salary I’ve offered him.”

Stella muttered, “Even though this is the case, he would've made enough money with the dividend in the following

two years.

Clarence turned to stare at her expressionlessly.

Stella held back her smile. “Can’t you just directly tell him you want him to continue working for you?”

“No, I can’t. It would look like I want to constrain him.”

Stella thought for a moment and felt that his words made sense.

At this point, a doctor and a few nurses came to measure William’s body temperature.

Stella said, “I’ll go back to the ward.”

Clarence nodded.

After she entered the ward, Clarence stared at his phone. After a long while, he sent Nathan a message.

“I’ll give you a raise and hire an assistant for you.”

After sending the message, Clarence put his cell phone into his trousers pocket and went into the ward.

In the ward, a doctor was changing dressing for William’s wound.

Looking at the horrible wound, Stella felt her hair stand on the end.

Clarence walked over and stood next to her. Covering her eyes with one hand, he whispered, “Don't look.”

With shaky breathing, she was clenching his sleeve tightly.

The pain had spread all over her body through her vision.

Twenty minutes later when Nathan finished showering and came out of the bathroom, he saw Clarence’s message,

and he was startled; his phone almost dropped on the floor.

He wondered if Mr. Conrad had been bewitched.