Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Upon hearing his words, Annie felt as if the blood in her body was frozen. She turned around stiffly.

Seemingly she had lost her tongue, she couldn’t utter a beep.

Right then, they heard Joanna’s voice from the stairs, “It was an incident that happened three years

ago. What’s the meaning to mention it now?”

Annie nodded her head desperately.

Clarence cast a glance at Joanna, curling up his lips into a sneer, “I always believe an eye for an eye.

Let alone three years ago, even it happened thirty years ago, I’ll get even with the person one after

another.”

Joanna asked, “Do you have any evidence?”

Clarence smiled ironically. After a few seconds, he said, “All right.”

He turned around and ordered his men, “From now on, if Annie Conrad steps out of the Conrads’

Mansion, no matter where she’s going, you can break her legs without telling me.”

Annie widened her eyes in disbelief. She tried to struggle for the very last time, “Aunt Joanna, please...”

Clarence looked back at Joanna, “I’ll go find the evidence for you. I won’t let go of anyone involved.”

Joanna’s expression didn’t change, but she gradually tightened her hands on the handrail on the stairs.

Clarence withdrew his gaze and strode away.

When his figure disappeared, Dempsey paced the floor with the walking stick and sat down on the

sofa. He said solemnly, “Annie, tell me honestly. What on earth happened?”

...

In the black Rolls-Royce.

Nathan asked, “Mr. Conrad, it has been three years. Mrs. Joanna has already cleaned up the evidence.

Probably we can’t find anything...”

Clarence wasn’t surprised. He said, “If you can’t find the evidence three years ago, find the latest one.”

“Mr. Conrad, do you mean the car accident that happened to Mrs. Conrad?”

From the beginning to the end, all of them could guess that it was Joanna who set Stella up, but the

trouble was that they couldn’t find any actual evidence.

Clarence said, “Joanna’s men shouldn’t have all died. Keep on looking into the matter.”

“Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

After a while, Clarence added, “Keep an eye on Annie Conrad. Probably the breakthrough to bring

down Joanna is on her.”

Nathan tentatively asked, “If Miss Conrad steps out of the Conrads’ Mansion, shall we truly...”

“Did I look as if I was kidding?”

Nathan immediately said seriously, “Okay, Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence pressed the window down. He asked irritably, “Has Emmett Carter always been with Stella

recently?”

“Well... I can look into this matter now.”

“Not necessary,” said Clarence, “Go to her studio.”

Nathan was speechless.

He coughed and reminded him, “But, Mr. Conrad, the studio should be closed now.”

Clarence frowned, “Go to her apartment then.”

“If we just go there like this, Mrs. Conrad will be pissed...”

Clarence looked quite annoyed, “What should I do then?”

Nathan thought for a moment and an idea enlightened him, “We can take the chance and ask if Mrs.

Conrad has finished designing our jewelry.”

“She’ll be pissed more if we push her.”

Hence, this excuse wouldn’t work either.

Nathan thought for a moment and said, “Mr. Conrad, would you like to meet Mrs. Conrad right now?”

Clarence looked up at him expressionlessly.

Nathan retreated for the sake of advancing, “I meant it’s so late now, and probably Mrs. Conrad has

gone to bed. Why don’t we find a better excuse tomorrow...”

Clarence didn’t answer.

When Nathan thought that he finally could breathe a sigh of relief, Clarence said, “Give me your

phone.”

On the other side.

As soon as Stella finished her design draft, she noticed that her cell phone screen was blinking.

On the screen was an unknown number.

She moved her neck, stood up, and swiped to answer the call on the balcony for some fresh air.

“Hello, who is that please?”

“It’s me.”

She kept silent for a moment.

Trying her best to suppress her thought of hanging up the phone directly, she played dumb, “I’m sorry

but you must have dialed the wrong number. I don’t know you...”

“Stella, I dare you to hang in up.”

Stella grinned her teeth, “Oh, it’s you, Mr. Conrad. I don’t think you have this number.”

Clarence said, “You blocked my number. If I don’t change a number to call you, would you have

answered the call?”

“I see.”

She decided to block this number later as well.

Stella paused. Since the wretched man didn’t speak, she asked, “Mr. Conrad, what’s the matter?”

On the other end of the line, Clarence asked unhappily, “Can’t I call you without any matter?”

Stella choked up.

That was a brilliant question.

She wondered why the wretched man was so confident to order her to do something and who he

thought he was to ask her to do things obediently.

Stella inhaled to calm herself down. She said, “I’m pretty busy. Mr. Conrad, if you don’t have anything,

I’ll...”

Clarence asked, “Has Annie gone to find you today?”

“Yes, she has. I also slapped her across her face. Mr. Conrad, are you blaming me for that?”

Clarence directly ignored her sarcasm and said indifferently, “She’ll never be able to show up in front of

you from now on.”

Upon hearing it, Stella was startled. She asked tentatively, “Is she still alive?”

“Do you want her alive?”

Stella suddenly realized that Clarence sounded expressionless when speaking. He didn’t answer her a

question and nor did he sound kidding.

After a while, she said calmly, “I just hope that she could get the consequences of the things that she

has done.”

Clarence said, “She will.”

Looking in distance, Stella didn’t speak anymore.

After a few seconds, Clarence asked again, “Do you have any other things to talk about?”

Stella was speechless.

He asked so naturally as if she was calling him to harass him.

When she was about to speak, Clarence added, “Leave Emmett Carter alone.”

He sounded like giving her a command. Stella immediately refused, “Why? I won’t.”

Clarence was silent.

His tone became gentler, “Why not?”

“Why should I leave him alone?”

“I don’t like it.”

“I see. That’s your problem, then. It has nothing to do with me.”

After finishing her words, Stella directly hung up the phone without waiting for his response.

She wondered what was wrong with the wretched man.

In the black Rolls-Royce, Nathan could feel the temperature dropping in the car compartment. He

reached out tentatively several times, trying to get his phone back, but his hand paused in mid-air. The

desire to survive deterred him.

If not mistaken, he guessed that Mrs. Conrad would block this phone number as well.

However, as a qualified and excellent assistant, he had more than two or three cell phones.

Clarence tossed the cell phone back to him with a cold face, “Go home.”

Nathan said, “Okay, Mr. Conrad.”

Starry Lake Mansion.

Clarence turned on the light in the living room, which was quiet.

He realized that the ungrateful woman didn’t leave any belongings here.

Back to his room, Clarence walked into the cloakroom. He loosened his necktie when catching a

glimpse of the dresses and accessories that had never been touched.

A few seconds later, the man curled up his lips.