Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

At the same time, an apartment.

Amanda stood at the window, looking down through the gap in the curtain.

Sure enough, there were a lot of suspicious faces.

And these guys, they were blocking all the passages through which she could leave.

Seeing this, Amanda could not help feeling edgy and paced back and forth across the room.

She had been preparing to leave City N since last night, when words got out that someone had spotted her, but she

didn’t think they’d find her here so soon.

If she was right, as soon as it went dark, these guys would make a move.

Amanda took out her cell phone, made a few calls, opened the closet and began to disguise herself.

Half an hour later, a group of young motorcyclists yelling and whooping appeared outside the apartment all of a

sudden.

Here, though not in downtown, there were still many people coming and going due to the fact that it was peak

hours when people get off work. When they saw this scene, they all frowned and dodged.

The group showed no intention of leaving, but hung around the apartment on their bikes, deliberately causing

chaos.

The subordinate next to Adolph Miller said, “Mr. Miller, they are from Mr. Holton.”

Amanda had been hanging around in underground casinos recently, and those underground casinos were mostly

run by Tyler Holton, so it was not surprising that she would know him.

Those people were involved in all kinds of crimes and illegal deeds such as pornography, gambling and drug abuse,

as long as they were paid well, there was nothing they could not do.

Adolph said in a deep voice, “Leave them alone, and keep eyes on the apartment. She should come out in no time.”

“But Mr. Miller, since this is the person that Mr. Holton wants to protect, are we..."

“Don’t talk nonsense, just go back if you’re afraid.”

Fortunately, there were policemen patrolling nearby, and the noise here soon attracted them.

In addition, many residents called the police, and the rest of the police arrived one after another.

In the midst of all this chaos, a person dressed like a maintenance worker walked out of the apartment.

In spite of her deliberate disguise, her hands with the toolbox gave her away.

Adolph spotted her at first sight and immediately followed.

At almost the same time, Maxwell also walked towards Amanda from another direction.

Even with her hat pressed down, Amanda was keenly aware of the two men who came from the left and the right.

When they were a few meters away from her, she suddenly turned her direction and sped off toward the parked

motorbike on the side of the road. Then she stepped on the accelerator and rapidly drove away.

There happened to be a motorbike parked next to Adolph, so he quickly followed.

Maxwell remembered Clarence’s instructions, and didn’t dare to get too close to Adolph, so he pressed his

earphones and said to the person guarding outside: “She’s out, wearing a gray jumpsuit, dressed like a

maintenance worker.”

Amanda knew that there must be others waiting for her, so she run towards a crowded place not caring if anyone

got hurt.

Everywhere she went, there was screaming.

When she was crossing an intersection, she saw two black cars approaching her, so she turned around and

slammed into the high school students who were waiting for the red light.

One car was forced to steer away, blocking in front of her and the high school students.

Seeing this, Amanda smiled with satisfaction. She made a turn quickly, and merged into the traffic.

The other car was still following her, but the traffic was a bit congested for it to move as flexibly as the motorbike.

Within seconds she was out of sight.

Amanda didn’t stop. She was so confident about herself that she thought she had managed to ditch her pursuers.

Or, by this point, she didn’t care about anything other than her own life.

She was on her motorbike, heading straight to the destination.

Far away, Adolph looked at her back, slowly stopped, and looked up to her destination, frowning tightly.

…

On the other side, Stella had just finished cooking the last dish, walked to the living room, picked up the phone, and

called Sherry.

Stella asked, “Sherry, where are you?”

Sherry answered, “We are on the way back and stuck in traffic here. It might need a while."

“Is Donald with you?”

“Yeah.” Sherry paused, then tentatively asked, “Has Mr. Conrad come back?"

Stella glanced at the man sitting next to her and said, “Yes, he has.”

Sherry said, “Then you guys should eat without us, don’t let Mr. Conrad wait too long...”

“It’s okay. He always works late without eating anything from noon to midnight. He won’t starve to death.”

Clarence was speechless.

On the other side of the phone, Sherry held back a smile and said, “The traffic seems to be better now. We will be

there in half an hour at most.”

“All right, be careful on the way.”

As soon as Stella put away her phone, Clarence grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

He whispered, “What did you just say?”

Stella sat on his lap and argued for reasons, “Did I say anything wrong? Every time I talk to you about this, you

don’t take it seriously. What can I do?”

Hardly had Stella finished her words when their phones on the coffee table rang simultaneously.

Stella turned her head and looked over. There was a call from Maxwell on his phone.

While Clarence looked at hers, it turned out to be an unfamiliar number.

Probably it’s Adolph Miller.

Neither of them moved until the phone screen went dark.

Stella was silent for a few seconds and asked, “Why don't you answer the phone?”

Clarence asked instead of answer, “What about you?”

She knew that although there were things that required Adolph’s help, Clarence still disliked that she had contact

with him. He didn’t say anything this time, but if she answered Adolph’s call on his face, he would definitely not be

happy about it.

“Then do we need to go to separate rooms?”

When Stella got up, about to go to the bedroom, she was pulled back into his arms.

Clarence said, “Don’t. Let’s eat.”

“But Sherry and the others haven’t...”

Clarence said without expression, “I’m going to starve to death.”

Stella went silent.

All right.

Stella entered the kitchen, ready to serve him something to eat first.

She walked a few steps, and when she looked back, she saw him pick up the phone.

Stella tilted her head; why did she feel like she was fooled?

However, he didn’t call Maxwell back either.

Whenever he did not answer, Maxwell would not call him again, instead he would send him a short message to

explain the matter.

Looking at the massage sent by Maxwell, Clarence’s look grew colder.

After a while, he clenched his phone, got up and said to Stella, “I’m going out.”

Stella was stunned, realizing something was happening, but she just said, “Be careful.”

Clarence hummed, then turned back after a few steps, and said in a low voice, “Don’t answer Adolph’s call. When I

get back, I will tell you everything.”

She nodded slightly and said yes.