Ch. 301..310

Chapter 301: Who Says That I’m Worrying About Her?

Looking at the pocket watch handed by Stella, Cameron was also stunned for several seconds. He looked towards Stella in disbelief and received the pocket watch, trembling. He saw the family photo when he lifted the lid of the pocket watch.

Clenching the watch, Cameron said after a long while, "The person in the photo is Miranda."

The onlookers had a heated discussion about how Stella got the pocket watch.

Although Stella had numerous assumptions before, she couldn't help feel stunned when hearing the answer.

It seemed like she was right.

Cameron suddenly held up Stella's hand and asked anxiously, "Girl, how did you get the pocket watch?"

Stella felt her throat so dry and painful. She replied after a long while, "It's a relic of my mother."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

Their gazes were full of shock and confusion.

If this was really a relic of Stella's mother, didn't it mean that she was Charles' daughter?

Then who was Phoebe, who had been an apple of Charles' eye?

When they looked towards Phoebe, they found that she was also shocked. It seemed like she was also confused by what was happening.

Cameron returned the pocket watch to Stella and then looked towards Charles who had remained silent. He knitted his brows, "Charles, what's going on?"

Charlies said after several seconds, "Follow me."

Phoebe was the first person who followed behind him, "Dad, why..."

Charles raised his hand, "Don't be in a hurry. Let's talk about this later."

Phoebe's face became gloomier. After taking several steps, she turned around and took a glance at Stella with her teeth gritted.

Holding the walking stick, Cameron said to Stella, "Girl, let's follow him."

Stella nodded her head and put the pocket watch into her bag, "Okay."

After their leaving, Charles' assistant walked over. He announced the end of this bidding and thanked them for their participation.

It seemed like he was asking them to leave.

Although their curiosity was not satisfied, they had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

The venue, which was packed with guests just now, soon became empty.

William had been fixing his eyes at Stella's back. It seemed like he was lost in his thought.

Right at this moment, Clarence emerged from aside and stood in front of him, "Congratulations, Mr. William."

William pulled himself back to the reality. He was not in a mood to make stilled conversation with Clarence and asked in a flat tone, "Mr. Conrad, why do you congratulate me?"

Clarence raised his brows, "Of course I have to congratulate you for the successful bid for the Steward Group's project, Mr. William."

Oh, please don't congratulate me in advance. The result hasn't come out yet.

Yes? Clarence said, "I think Mr. William is the best bidder for today's project and I believe that Charles also think so."

William smiled perfunctorily, "We should consider about each other before cooperation and what I can do is just to provide favorable conditions within my acceptance range. But the Steward Group is the one to decide whether to cooperate with me."

Clarence replied, "Mr. William, you've prepared for this for a long time. If you even fail to get this project, isn't it a waste of your time and efforts?"

Mr. Conrad, I don't know what you mean. I come here simply for the cooperation.

Clarence chuckled, "I think that Mr. William will be interested in other matters except for the cooperation, for instance, the thing happened just now."

William replied, "Mr. Conrad, please don't joke with me. I'm a businessman, so naturally I'm only interested in my interests. The thing happened just now is related to Ms. Radomil. Mr. Conrad, I think you should..."

William suddenly paused. Knitting his brows and fixing his eyes on Clarence, he suddenly realized something.

Meeting his gaze in the air, Clarence curled his lips into a light yet meaningful smile.

William paused before continuing, "Mr. Conrad, I have to leave now as I have to deal with something."

William nodded at him to show his apology and then strode towards the door.

After his leaving, Nathan walked to Clarence.

Clarence said slowly, "We should leave too."

After leaving the venue, Nathan asked, "Mr. Conrad, Charles had begun to investigate William. If he doesn't find anything weird, I guess that he will cooperate with him soon." "Charles won't find out any problem. William is the last choice for him now. Or precisely, he has no other choice."

Should we do anything?

Clarence paused, "No need. Just as usual."

Nathan nodded his head, "Okay."

Standing beside the car with one hand in his pocket, Clarence turned around to take a glance at the venue and pressed his thin lips together.

Although he tried to sound out William just now, his answer was so perfect that he couldn't find out anything.

It seemed like William probably came for the thing happened twenty years ago. But Clarence still didn't know his real identity.

Seeing this and knowing what he was worrying about, Nathan walked over and said in a low voice, "Mr. Conrad, Cameron here. Nothing will happen to Mrs. Conrad." Clarence snorted, "Who says that I'm worrying about her?"

He got into the car after finishing the words.

He would never admit his inner thought.

It was Clarence who came to Cameron's home and asked him to come here.

In the VIP lounge...

Cameron sat beside Stella with Charles and Phoebe sitting opposite to them.

Charles asked, "Can you show me your pocket watch?"

Stella subconsciously looked towards Cameron when she heard the words. Cameron nodded his head.

Stella took out the pocket watch from her bag again. She put it on the tea table and pushed it to Charles.

Charles picked up the pocket watch and studied it carefully. After a while, he said, "It's the one that I gifted Miranda."

After finishing the words, he asked Stella, "You said it's a relic of your mother."

Stella took a light breath, "Yes."

Charles put down the pocket watch and said in a flat tone, "I didn't find the pocket watch on Miranda's dead body after that accident."

Cameron said in a deep voice, "We just saw a burnt corpse before. What if it was not Miranda? Maybe she escaped the accident. Or else, how could Ms. Radomil get the pocket watch?"

Charles chuckled, "Mr. Thomas, you also know what happened at that time. Lyndon kidnapped Phoebe and Miranda. Could it be that he snatched the pocket watch at the time. Otherwise, how could it be a reli of Ms. Radomil's mother? I'm also curious."

Cameron was silent. He then looked towards Stella, "Girl, do you have a photo of your mother?"

Stella nodded her head and took out a photo from her bag.

After seeing the photo, Cameron's expression became more serious. He tried to say something for several times, yet swallowed them again and again. In the end, he handed the photo to Charles. Charles took a glance at the photo and said, "I know what's going on."

Chapter 302: One of Us Is a Liar

Charles said slowly, "I guess Ms. Radomil's mother shall be Lyndon's while and she took the pocket watch and the photo from Miranda."

Cameron was unhappy when he heard the words, "Nonsense. Ms. Radomil looks like Miranda. She must be her daughter. How could it be..."

Mr. Thomas, Charles interrupted him, "Phoebe is Miranda's daughter and I'm clear of this than anyone else. If you don't believe it, I and Phoebe can have a DNA test."

Holding his walking stick, Cameron didn't say anything.

Charles pushed the photo to Cameron and said in a calm voice, "I believe that you've also perceived how much they hated me. How would Miranda do this if she was the keeper of this photo?" He meant that the face of the man in the photo was scratched.

Stella said, "It was Jeffrey who scratched photo. My mother died when I was young."

Phoebe continued, "If I remember it correctly, Ms. Radomil, you have a younger brother, right?"

Stella understood what she meant immediately.

She looked into her eyes and smiled at her, "Yes."

Phoebe continued, "Ms. Radomil, I don't know why you come here with the pocket. But I have to remind you that my mother died in an accident twenty years ago. Moreover, I'm her only daughter. So Ms. Radomil, I'm afraid that you will have to be disappointed."

Ms. Steward, what do you mean? Stella said in a calm voice, "It's just that I found this watch among my mother's relics and then I found it has something to do with Mr. Steward. Therefore, I come here to ask some question. Ms. Steward, you don't need to be so nervous."

Charles said, "Since Ms. Radomil has asked the questions, can you return the pocket watch to me? I don't know who your mother is and I don't want to probe into this matter. However, since this is Miranda's relic, I think you should return it to its real owner."

Stella said slowly, "It's my mother's relic and this is the truth. I will not give it to any other person easily. But Mr. Steward, you insisted that it's your wife's relic. This only proves that one of us is a liar. What do you think of it?"

Phoebe said in a displeased tone, "Ms. Radomil..."

Wait, Cameron raised his hand to stop her, "I think Ms. Radomil's words are reasonable. Charles, the explosion had caused a great commotion at that year and maybe someone has substituted your daughter. We can't be in a rush to draw the conclusion. Ms. Radomil looks like Miranda, while Phoebe looks like you. I think this matter is really weird and we should investigate it."

Is it necessary to investigate it? We should directly have a DNA test...

Charles curled his lips into a smile, "Yep, Mr. Thomas is right. We should investigate it carefully."

Phoebe knitted her brows tightly. She didn't know why Charles would agree to such a ridiculous request.

Stella said, "I want to live in the Steward family before you find out the truth."

Charles didn't reply. But Phoebe abruptly stood up and said in a cold voice, "Impossible!"

Stella looked up at her and said slowly, "Ms. Steward, you don't have the qualification to refuse it. We're now the same."

Charles said, "You can move into the Steward family. But if the truth shows that you have no relationship with Miranda, I hope you can make an apology openly."

Okay. Stella smiled, “But if the result shows that my mother is really Mr. Steward's wife, does it mean that Phoebe is the one who should make an apology? Except for the apology, I hope she can move out of the Steward family and shouldn't live with the identity as the daughter of the Steward family."

Before Phoebe could reply, Charles said, "Okay."

Cameron nodded his head, "I also agree to this solution. Even though Ms. Radomil is not Miranda's daughter, she should be a member of the Steward family. It's reasonable for her to move into the Steward family."

Phoebe knew that she wouldn't change his decision no matter what she said now and rushed out of the longue in a pet.

Cameron stood up with the support of his walking stick and said to Stella, "Girl, can you send me out?"

Stella supported Cameron. Just as they had taken several steps, Charles' voice sounded from behind, "Ms. Radomil."

Stella turned around and asked indifferently, "Mr. Steward, is there any other matter?"

Charles said, "If your mother is really Miranda, it means that you're my daughter and you should call me dad."

Stella replied in a clam voice, "You've never done what a father should do. Are you qualified to require me to call you dad? I just want to get the things I deserve."

Her attitude matched well with the excuse she found.

Stella supported Cameron out of the venue. When they walked downstairs, Cameron said in a deep voice, "Although he agrees to let you move into the Steward family now, I'm afraid that he will still seek troubles for you secretly. Be careful."

Stella pressed her lips together and said, "Mr. Thomas..."

Cameron patted her arm kindly, "Believe me, you're definitely Miranda's daughter and this is the truth. It's just that I can't tell you about it now. You will know about the truth soon."

Since Charles had made a concession, naturally he should also make one. The words he said just now were just formalities because it was not the high time to offend Charles openly. Cameron looked towards Stella with satisfaction, "I didn't expect that you and Miranda actually escaped from the explosion. Tell me, what did you experience later?"

Stella moved her lips, yet was suddenly lost for words.

Cameron immediately realized something after asking the question. He shifted the topic with a smile, "It doesn't matter. It's not important now. He will be so happy if he learns that you're still alive." Stella was confused, "Who?"

Cameron didn't reply it directly and simply said, “You're so brave that you stood up and questioned Charles in the public today. But after this, maybe everyone in the City N is discussing this matter and many people are keeping an eye on the result. Charles won't dare to do harm to you easily. You can move into the Steward family. The proverb says that the most dangerous place will be the safest place. Feel free to contact me if you have any problem."

Stella nodded her head, "Thank you, Mr. Thomas."

Stella sent Cameron to the car and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Thomas, may I ask you a question?"

Cameron nodded his head, "What's it?"

Stella paused and then asked, "Is Charles..."

Cough, cough, cough! Cameron coughed violently to interrupt her and then said with a smile, "Don't think too much of it. You will get the answer later."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 303: Why Do You Make a Fuss Again?

Stella gently heaved a sigh after Cameron's leaving. When she turned around, she found a black Rolls-Royce stopping in front of her.

Then the car window was slowly wound down and the man's cold face gradually appeared. He slightly tilted his head at her, "Get into the car."

Stella looked around and then pulled open the door and got into the car.

Clarence asked her, "Is it solved?"

Stella nodded her head and said after a short while of silence, "I will move into the Steward family two days later."

Clarence looked towards her and pressed his thin lips together tightly.

Stella peeked at him and said in a low voice, "I know what to do and what I shouldn't do. Nothing will happen to me. Moreover, many people witnessed it today. Charles won't..."

You provide a great challenge for me.

Clarence crossed his long legs and said slowly, "The members of the Steward family don't welcome me. So probably I can move into the family and live with you."

This wretched man always had a weird thought in his mind.

Stella sneered, "Mr. Conrad, you're too modest. The members of the Steward family not only don't welcome you, moreover, they wish so much to drive you out of the family with a broom." Clarence raised his brows, "Then you should be careful too."

Why should I be careful?

I regretted the engagement because of you, so you're the main cause.

Mr. Conrad, you're good at shifting the blame.

It's the truth.

Stella didn't want to talk with him again. She felt it would harm her life span if she continued to talk with this wretched man.

She said after a while, "Did you ask Mr. Thomas to come here?"

Clarence replied, "You don't need to thank me. You know what you should do."

My ass!

Stella didn't want to talk with him anymore. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Clarence directly pulled her into his arms.

Stella was a bit tired that she felt lazy to struggle.

After a long while, the car stopped in front of her studio.

Taking a glance through the rear-view mirror, Nathan said in a low voice, "Mr. Conrad, you have a meeting an hour later."

Clarence looked askance at the woman who was in sound sleep and then lowered his head to take a glance at his wrist watch, "Not in a hurry."

Nathan didn't speak again and got off the car sensibly. He had prepared that the meeting would be postponed.

Stella woke up several minutes later. She turned her stiff neck left and right and squinted out of the window, "When did we arrive here? Why didn't you wake me up?"

Clarence replied, "The chances to sleep beside me have been greatly reduced. You should cherish it."

Was he insane?

She picked up her things and prepared to get off the car, but was then pulled back by Clarence. He rubbed her hair slowly, "Do you know what it mean to you if you move into the Steward family?" Stella replied after a while of silence, "I know."

It meant that no matter what situation the Steward family would have, she would be somehow involved and affected.

Moreover, she exposed Charles' secret in the face of many guests today, definitely he would hate her so much. Although he still looked gentleman on the surface, she didn't know how many evil tricks he would use behind her back.

Not to mention Phoebe...

However, if she was frightened by this, the truth twenty years ago would be covered forever.

Even though Cameron didn't answer her question, she was almost sure that Charles was actually Lyndon, while the real Charles, her biological father, she guessed that he died in that explosion.

In the past, she didn't want to probe into the truth because she didn't want to break her peace, but Clarence was right - her life had never been peaceful.

Now it seemed like she was so close to the truth. How would she stop now?

Moreover, maybe the truth itself was not important. The important thing was to expose Charles' real face.

Stella replied after a long while, "This is the passage that I have to get through."

Clarence pressed his lips together and then said slowly, "Keep your phone available all the time. Call me if you have any problem."

Stella gently nodded her head. She said after pondering for a while, "Mr. Conrad, may you do me a favor?"

Phoebe mentioned my brother today, plus that she once found someone to frame Chan before, I'm afraid that she will do harm to Chan again. Clarence casually picked up a strand of her hair and played with it. He said in a flat tone, "Don't worry. Your brother is much smarter than you." Stella pushed him away angrily, yet accidently pulled apart her hair.

Clarence was silent when looking at the strand of broken hair in his hand.

Stella gritted her teeth angrily, "Fuck off!"

She picked up her things and slammed closed the door.

Nathan, who was waiting outside of the car, couldn't help but shiver. Weren't they in a good relationship just now? Why was she suddenly angry?

After one minute, when the awkwardness in the car was dispersed, Nathan opened the door to the driver's seat and got into the car, "Mr... Mr. Conrad, should we delay the meeting?"

Nathan's flat voice sounded from behind soon, "There's still twenty minutes. It's enough. Notify all of them to prepare for the meeting."

They then arrived at the Conrad Group. When they got off the lift, an assistant hurriedly walked over, "Mr. Conrad."

Clarence strode forwards while asking, "What's the matter?"

Old Master Conrad is waiting for you in the office. He asked you to come to see him right after coming back to the company.

Clarence headed towards the meeting room nonstop. "I'm not free now. Ask him to wait."

The assistant was in a dilemma and looked towards Nathan for help. Nathan said in a low voice, "Tell Old Master Conrad that Mr. Conrad has an important meeting. He will come to see him when the meeting is over."

The assistant then left.

With some documents in his hand, Nathan followed Clarence into the meeting room.

When hearing the assistant's report, Dempsey's face immediately turned gloomy. But he couldn't throw his temper here and just waved his hand to gesture the assistant to leave.

Clarence had been out of his control, so it was expectant that he would do such a thing.

Touching the top of his walking stick, Dempsey asked in a deep voice, "Is there any progress in your investigation?"

The Steward family refuses to talk about this matter. But according to the news from the bidding, Cameron also came there. It seems like the new is probably true.

Dempsey snorted, "Stella is somehow capable. She even tries to plot the Steward family. Looks like she's so ambitious. No wonder that she required nothing when she divorced Clarence. It turns out that she's waiting for this."

Master, should we continue the investigation?

"Go on. Find out what Stella has on Clarence. I must root out the Steward family and the Steward Group this time.

Dempsey suddenly thought of something and instructed his subordinate in a low voice, asking him to investigate another matter at the same time.☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 304: Die He Instigate Stella?

On the other side...

After leaving the venue of the bidding, Phoebe immediately came to find Daniel.

She asked in a cold voice, Do you know that Stella would come to the bidding today?"""

Daniel raised his brows when he heard the words, "I don't know. Why do you suddenly ask this?"

It seems like that you have a good relationship with her. I think that she would tell you in advance.

Daniel smiled, "You're wrong. I and Ms. Radomil are just neighbors. Except for greeting her when bumping into her in the community, we have no other contacts. Oh, exactly it's not true either. After all, she's the one that Emmett likes, therefore it's inevitable for us to have other contacts."

Daniel continued, "But no matter what, we're just a bit more familiar than normal neighbors. So how will she tell me about this?"

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Phoebe took a deep breath and didn't reply.

Daniel secretly studied her expression and asked in a casual tone, "I went out to deal with something just now. I simply heard that Ms. Radomil came to find Mr. Steward, but I'm not clear of the details. What happened?"

Never mind. Phoebe knitted her brows and said impatiently, "I don't want to talk about this. As for you, can you tell me now?"

Daniel chuckled, "Of course I can tell you if you really want to know it."

Daniel leaned against the counter behind him and gently clicked it, "Actually it's not a big deal. It's almost like what your father has told you."

Phoebe had been suppressing her anger that was arouse because Stella would move into the Steward family, but now she didn't deliberately control her tempter and said in a stern voice, "I don't want to hear the things that I have learned. I want to know the things that I don't know."

Daniel took out a photo and put it in front of Phoebe. He said slowly, "The man on the photo is Lyndon Steward, your father's brother."

Then?

He coveted everything your father had and became resentful. He kidnapped you and your mother twenty years ago and planned an explosion.

Phoebe became more and more impatient, "I know all these. Can you talk about..."

Daniel chuckled, "You only know the most surface thing."

Phoebe was a bit stunned, "What do you mean?"

Daniel didn't answer her question and continued, "Everyone thought that Lyndon wad hosted by his own petard and died in the explosion. This was what he deserved. But no one knows that he's still alive."

Phoebe paused as she suddenly realized something.

She paused and then asked, "Where's Lyndon now? Did he instigate Stella to move into the Steward family?"

Daniel replied, "I don't know whether he has instigated Stella or now. But have you thought of this, since your father looks similar o Lyndon, who was the one that survived in the explosion?" Phoebe abruptly looked towards Daniel, "What do you mean?"

Nothing. It's just my assumption, so of course you don't need to believe it. After all, I have no evidence to support my assumption. I can investigate it if you need me to do so. Phoebe sneered, "No need. I already know it."

Stella was definitely Lyndon's daughter. It was good that she came back now. Since Lyndon didn't die in the explosion, all of them would be screwed if they brought up the past again. She would let Clarence know that regretting the engagement with her would be the stupidest decision he made in his life.

Only she could help him.

Watching Phoebe leaving, Daniel gradually pulled a long face.

In the CEO's office, Dempsey asked the assistant impatiently, "When will it end?"

The assistant wiped the sweats on his face, "A... Almost."

Dempsey banged his walking stick, "I have been waiting for him for two hours. Does he have any respect to me?"

The assistant didn't dare to reply and even didn't dare to breathe heavily.

Dempsey said, "Go to find him. Tell him to come back right away."

But... Mr. Conrad never allows others to bother him when he's having a meeting...

Dempsey said angrily, "Bother him? Hmm, he deliberately leaves me here. He really becomes more and more unruly. Doesn't he know that he gets the current status because of me? If I had known that he's so overweening, I shouldn't have..."

Before he could finish his words, a calm voice sounded from the door, "What shouldn't you do?"

Dempsey took a deep breath, yet he didn't continue his words.

The assistant slightly nodded his head at Clarence, "Mr. Conrad."

Clarence waved his hand at her, gesturing him to leave the office.

Seeing this, Dempsey's subordinate also slightly bowed to Clarence and then left the office.

When the door of the office was closed, Clarence sat opposite to Dempsey, crossed his long legs, and said without showing any respect to him, "Spill the beans."

Dempsey looked displeased, "Clarence, although I didn't discipline you during this period, I'm still your father after all. Shouldn't you mind your attitude towards me?"

Clarence curled his lips into a cold and sarcastic smile, "I suggest you to come straight to the point. In this way, it will reduce the unnecessary communication between us and will effectively advance the progress. Of course, if you're just here to correct my attitude, I have to say sorry to you because it's inherent."

Dempsey's face became gloomier when he heard the words and thought that Clarence was really an unfilial son.

After a short while of silence, he still decided to go straight to the point, "Your brother has cancelled the engagement with the Steward family. I guess you must have learned about it, right?" Clarence didn't reply, waiting for his following words.

Our family cancels the engagements with the Steward family twice, so the Steward family must hate us very much. I think you're clearer of this.

Clarence curled his thin lips into a smile when he heard the words and clicked the arm of chair consecutively.

He hadn't expected that the most anxious one after learning that Stella would come back to the Steward family was not Charles, but his father.

Dempsey directly ignored is impoliteness and said, "Annie's matter has been a past. As she was the one who was wrong first, I will not probe into the matter. But Clarence, you have to reconsider your marriage."

Marriage? To marry who?

I selected several girls who have matching family backgrounds with you. I will arrange you to meet them several days later.

Clarence said slowly, "Girls who have matching family backgrounds to mine. Are they illegitimate daughters?"

Dempsey knitted his brows tightly, "What nonsense are you talking? They're all the ladies of prestigious and noble families. You..." "Oh, then I have to say that I'm not a good match for them."☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 34: Die He Instigate Stella?

Chapter 305: I Want to Treat You a Meal

Dempsey left the office angrily. Nathan then knocked at the door of the CEO's office.

Clarence stood up and then walked towards the office desk, "Come in."

Nathan put a document on the desk, "Mr. Conrad, this is the minutes of the meeting just now. And here're some documents that requires your signature."

Nathan replied with an indifferent nasal sound.

Nathan couldn't help but asked, "Why does Old Master Conrad suddenly think of arranging your marriage?"

Clarence sneered when he heard the words. He opened the document in front of him and said in an indifferent voice, "Is there any other reason? He's afraid that Stella will unite with me to fight against him once she's proved that she's a member of the Steward family, so naturally he can't remain composed any longer."

He got the news so quickly...

Clarence narrowed his black eyes. He didn't say anything else.

Probably Dempsey had been keeping an eye on the bidding of the Steward Group and wanted to take advantage of a weak point.

Therefore, Clarence wasn't surprised that he would get the news immediately.

Clarence asked, "Have you found Jeffrey?"

Nathan felt a bit guilty, "Haven't. He's so good at hiding himself. We've already arranged some men in various underground gambling house, yet it seems like he has perceived it and he never shows up again." Clarence rubbed his nose bridge, "Never mind, drop this matter now. Find out how he managed to escape from the prison. He wouldn't have achieved it by himself."

Mr. Conrad, do you mean that someone helped him before?

Jeffrey won't disappear out of no reason. If he can control his desire to gamble, it won't progress to today's situation.

Nathan slightly nodded his head, "I will investigate it now."

When Nathan prepared to leave, Clarence stopped him.

Nathan asked, "Mr. Conrad, do you have any other instruction?"

Clarence licked his thin lips and said slowly, "Don't tell Stella about this."

Nathan suppressed his laughter and replied in a serious tone, "Okay."

It seemed like Mr. Conrad had become more and more experienced in pursuing his wife and his efforts were not in vain.

After Nathan's leaving, Clarence took out his phone and called Vincent. He said in a flat tone, "How's it?"

I've been watching it. He came home after the ending of the bidding and had no other weird behavior.

What about Daniel?

He directly went home too.

Clarence curled his lips into a smile. It seemed like these people were patient enough.

Vincent continued, "According to my investigation, there's no information about William's daughter in his information. In other words, maybe he doesn't have a daughter, or maybe..."

He thinks she has died.

At the other end of the phone, Vincent paused. After a long while, he said, "If that's the case, Stella is probably... Does he..."

Clarence interrupted him, "It's early to talk about this matter. Continue to watch it and tell me immediately if there's any information."

In the studio...

Stella had been staying in her office after coming back to the studio and looking at the pocket watch in a trance, seeming to be pondering something.

She inexplicably had a feeling that she was so close to the truth as if it was within her reach.

And Cameron probably knew everything.

After a long while, there came some knocking sounds on the door. Sherry popped out her head from behind the door. Stella immediately put down the pocket watch, "Sherry, what's the matter?" Sherry asked, "Are you drawing?"

Stella shook her head and pressed her temples, "Not yet."

Sherry waved the hand. There were a cup of milk tea and some desserts in her hand. She said, "Look what I bring to you. Eat them first and then continue with your work."

Sherry put the food on Stella's office desk and said, "I have to go out to shoot something later and I have to go to have a look at the houses in the evening, so I will not come back to the studio and you will go back alone. Be careful."

Sherry asked, "Stella, when will you move there?"

Stella replied, "Two days later."

Sherry heaved a long sigh secretly and suddenly thought of something, "Does Channing know about this?"

I haven't told him about this yet. Please don't tell him either. Let's wait for a period.

Sherry said, "Rest assured. I will keep this for you. I promise I will not tell him about this."

When speaking, Sherry made an action of closing the zip on her mouth.

She then said, "Stella, eat them first. I have to go out now. You don't need to care about the matters in the store as Natalie and other employees will deal with it. You can focus on your own business." After Sherry's leaving, the office was prevailed by silence again.

Stella took a deep breath, turned on her computer and began to draw designs.

Time flew by. When she lifted her head again, she found the sky had already gotten dark.

Stella took a glance at her phone and found it was already nine o'clock.

She turned her neck left and right and walked out of the office.

The employees in the studio had already gotten off the work and she was the only one left here. Stella walked to the tearoom to pour some water. Just as she took a sip of the water, she heard some footsteps from the door. She subconsciously thought that it was Clarence and said without turning around, "You can wait for me outside. I will finish it soon."

It was Emmett's voice.

Stella was a bit stunned and then immediately put down the glass and turned around.

Standing at the door, Emmett smiled at her, "Have you finished your work?"

Emmett pressed his lips, "Stella, are you free now? I want to treat you a meal.”

What? Stella was a bit stunned. When she prepared to answer the question, a cold voice sounded, "Now that Mr. Carter has invited us with hospitality, how will we refuse it?" Emmett, "..."

Standing beside Emmett, Clarence looked tall and strong. He glanced over and said with a light smile, "How coincident. Every time when Mr. Carter wants to treat Stella a meal, I will be here. Looks like I have the gourmet's luck."

Emmett laughed drily and looked towards Stella again. Recalling what she said when he just entered the door, he flickered his eyes and said, "Mr. Conrad, as long as you don't look down on it, what's the big deal to treat you a meal?"

Clarence said, "Then Mr. Carter, please wait outside. We will come out soon."

Emmett nodded his head absent-mindedly, turned around and walked out of the studio.

Stella looked towards Clarence unhappily, "What are you doing?"

Clarence raised his brows, "Are you going to have dinner with him alone?"

Of course she didn't plan to do so. It was just that she had a hunch that Emmett came here to tell her something.

But this wretched man made a fuss before she could figure it out.

Clarence said, "I will go with you."

Don't make a fuss. Apparently he wants to tell me something. How will he tell me if you come with me?

If it's a righteous matter, will he fear that others will learn about it?

This wretched man was really good at preposterous argument.

He could even persuade others that a dead creature was actually alive.

Stella picked up the key, took a glance at Emmett who was waiting for them outside and then reminded Clarence in a low voice, "You can go with me. But try to speak as less as possible. Never mind... Don't speak. You're not allowed to utter a single word!"

Chapter 306: For Whom You Came Here

Although Stella asked Clarence to keep silent, it was Emmett who quieted down.

Since the atmosphere was way too embarrassing, Stella felt quite uneasy. Clarence, who was next to her, was quite calm, easy, and peaceful.

Stella wished that she could be as cheeky as him so that she wouldn't be feeling like sitting on a spiked rug.

Right then, a waiter came over to take the order. Emmett directly passed the menu to Stella. "Stella, please order whatever you like."

As soon as Stella reached out her hand, the menu was grabbed by Clarence. He ordered some of Stella's favorite dishes and returned to be aloof, sitting on his chair in silence.

Stella had a wry smile. "That's all for the time being."

The waiter nodded and left.

Since Clarence was sitting at the table, Emmett couldn't talk about other things naturally. He just chitchatted with Stella and then quieted down.

The meal finally approached the end in such an embarrassing atmosphere.

When Stella went to the restroom, Clarence said, "Mr. Carter, if not mistaken, you should come here for what happened on the Steward Group's bidding."

Upon hearing it, Emmett faintly smiled. "Mr. Conrad, you misunderstood. I even didn't go to the bidding of Steward Group. How would I know what happened there? I just came to visit Stella." "In that case, I believe I should make time to visit your parents then, Mr. Carter."

Emmett gradually pulled a long face when listening to him.

Clarence continued indifferently, "Mr. Carter, I don't care why you came here or what you are going to do. Don't drag Stella into the mere."

Mr. Conrad, please rest assured. Even if you don't remind me, I wouldn't do anything to harm Stella.

When Stella came out of the ladies' room, Emmett was already gone. She immediately knew that Clarence must have said something harsh to him.

She walked to Clarence and picked up her bag. "Let's go."

Clarence raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up, and left with her.

When the car was pulled over the downstairs of the apartment, Stella touched the handle on the door, only to find the door next to the driver's seat was open. Clarence got off the car. Stella was speechless.

She wondered what the wretched man would do.

She got off and closed the door. Clarence walked with her side-by-side and paused. "I didn't have enough just now. Made me something to eat, would you?"

Stella said crossly, "Mr. Conrad, didn't you say you had the luck to enjoy a feast? How come you didn't have enough? Do you know what kind of person couldn't have enough when being invited to a meal?" Clarence curled up his lips. Without answering her, he bypassed her and walked forward. "Hurry up. I'm starved."

Stella believed that the wretched man intentionally found the excuse.

After arriving at him, she asked, "Mr. Conrad, what would you like to eat?"

Anything would be fine.

Stella snorted and didn't want to expose his lie.

The wretched man was always picky in food. She didn't believe that anything could do.

Sure enough, he came upstairs with other intentions.

Since it was late, Stella didn't want to cook the set meal of three dishes with one soup for him. There were only two tomatoes left in the fridge, so she cooked the noodle soup of fried tomato with egg for him. While she was cooking the noodles, she heard a few knocks on the door of her apartment.

Stella tilted her head and looked over at the door. Right then, her hands were full.

Soon, she heard Clarence's voice. "Keep on cooking. I'll open the door."

She withdrew her gaze.

Clarence opened the door. Looking at the man at the door, he wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he curled up his lips into a sneer. "What's up?"

Daniel hadn't expected that Clarence would be here. After being startled for a few seconds, he came back to his senses. "Is Ms. Radomil home?"

Clarence looked back and answered indifferently, "She's busy."

All right. I'll come back later then.

When Daniel was about to leave, Clarence said, "For whom you came here, Phoebe Steward or anyone else?"

Upon hearing it, Daniel paused a bit. He turned around with a slight smile. "Mr. Conrad, you've overthought. I just want to borrow a bottle of soy sauce from Ms. Radomil..." Clarence asked calmly, "Really?"

Of course. A distant relative is not as good as a near neighbor. Mr. Conrad, don't you think so?

Right then, Stella finally put the noodles into the pot. She overheard their conversation, so she came out of the kitchen with a bottle of soy sauce in her hand. She handed it over to Daniel. "This is the only brand in our home. Does it work?"

Haha... Yes. I'll return it to you as soon as I finish using it, Ms. Radomil. Thanks a lot.

Stella smiled. "It's alright. I don't need it for the time being. You can return it whenever you like."

Daniel coughed and nodded at Clarence. Then he left with the bottle of soy sauce.

After closing the door, Stella heard the boiling sound of the water in the kitchen, so she trotted back to the kitchen again.

Clarence followed her, walking steadily.

The noodle soup was soon cooked. Stella put the bowl on the dining table. "It's ready. Mr. Conrad, you can eat now."

Clarence pulled the chair and sat down. "Don't you eat some?”

No, thanks. I was full just now.

While Clarence was eating, Stella cleaned up the kitchen. She checked the time -- it was almost eleven in the evening. She wondered why Sherry hadn't come home yet.

She walked to the living room, pulled out her cell phone, and called Sherry.

The call wasn't connected until she heard the beeps for a long time.

Sherry asked, "Hello, Stella, what's up?"

Have you found a suitable apartment?

Yes, I have. I'll move in this weekend.

When are you coming home?

Sherry paused a bit. Then she grinned. "I won't go home tonight. Wish you a pleasant night, Stella."

She wondered what Sherry meant.

After turning around to cast a glance at the man in the dining room, Stella walked to the balcony. She whispered, "Has Clarence Conrad threatened you?"

What... not at all. Sherry lay in a twenty-meter wide bathtub, picking up the goblet next to her to take a sip of the wine. "Stella, how can you misunderstand Mr. Conrad? He's a super nice man, the role model of the business world. He's handsome, making countless girls fascinated. Besides that, he was a walking Buddha. He doesn't only enjoy doing charity a lot but also caring about environmental protection. The most important is he cares about the poverty and the weak, getting along with..."

Stella fell into the silence when listening to Sherry's flattery on Clarence. She asked, "What benefits did Clarence Conrad promise you?"

Sherry remained calm and answered, "Stella, you've been so vulgar. What I said showed my respect and compliment to Mr. Conrad. How come you asked about the benefits?"

As she spoke, she whispered quickly, "He just provides me the right to access the seven-star luxury suite. I can come over at any time."

Stella's temples popped.

Before she could continue asking Sherry anything else, she was hugged by someone from behind. The man's warm breath was sprayed on her neck, making her sensitive and trembling. She couldn't help but pinch the cell phone in her hand tightly. Her lips parted but she couldn't utter any beep.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 307: Are You a Dog

Upon hearing the abnormal sounds from the other end of the line, Sherry immediately said, "I'm quite sleepy now. Bye!" After finishing her words, she hung up the phone without any hesitation.

Clarence heard the beeps from the phone. He kissed Stella behind her ear and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Done?"

Of course, the call wasn't done. It was interrupted by the wretched man.

Before Stella answered, the man's kisses had been already moved to her neck from the back of her ear.

She felt a bit tickled and numb.

Stella couldn't help clenching her fists, trying her best to control her breath. "It's... It's getting quite late. Shouldn't you..."

Clarence bit her fair skin gently. "What should I do?"

Stella hissed in pain. She asked, "Are you a dog?"

I can be anything.

Clarence gripped her shoulders and turned her around. Then he pressed her against the handrail on the balcony, biting her lips. He guided her gently, "Your bestie won't come home tonight. Can I stay here overnight then?"

As soon as Stella uttered a word, her lips were sealed seamlessly.

Even the wretched man didn't answer her, his voice appeared in her mind: "I'm not asking you for the permission."

Under the cold wind on the balcony, Stella didn't feel cold at all. Instead, she felt as if she was within a big stove. The heat made her hard to breathe.

Clarence's big palms held her cheeks. He kissed her more and more wildly.

Shortly after, Stella's legs became too weakened to support her.

She reached out and pressed Clarence's chest. Taking a step back and panting slightly, she looked at him with her tearful eyes. "All right... Enough..." Clarence focused on her delicate and charming lips. He approached and pecked on them again. "You've agreed."

She wondered what she said to make him misunderstand that she agreed.

Clarence let go of her. He loosened his necktie with one hand. "Do you have any pajamas that I can wear?"

Stella came back to her senses. She looked at him alertly and answered without any hesitation, "No." "Okay. It doesn't matter."

After finishing his words, he took off the tie and tossed it to the sofa. He walked into the bathroom.

Stella gritted her teeth. She could only go to her room to find a set of Channing's pajamas.

She took them to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "I'll put the pajamas at the door." "Take them in."

Trying her best to hold back her impulse to kill him, she twisted the doorknob. When she was about to put them on the cabinet, she saw the man turned to her. Half of the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His strong chest was shown.

Underneath, she faintly saw his abs and Apollo's belt.

Instantly, Stella felt as if her eyes were burned. She immediately looked away and stammered, "I... I've put them here. I'll..."

When she was about to go out, Clarence pressed one of his hands on the wall next to her. Tilting his head, he looked around and whispered, "Which of them are your belongings?"

Stella pointed at a few at random. Then she said, "Don't use my towel! There are disposable face towels over there. You can use them to wipe..."

Clarence bent over, approaching her. "Where to wipe?"

Whatever you like.

As she spoke, Stella wanted to escape under Clarence's arm. Much to her surprise, Clarence suddenly withdrew his arms while turning around. She threw herself into his arms directly.

The man curled up his thin lips. He wrapped around her waist. "Don't rush. We have plenty of time tonight."

Stella blushed and even her whole neck became reddened. She stamped on him violently in anger.

Clarence groaned. He said, "You should change this habit."

No way!

As she spoke, Stella hurriedly trotted out of the bathroom when he didn't pay attention. She pulled the door close outside, wishing that she could lock it from the outside. Only if he could stay in the bathroom for the whole night. He always wanted to come to her apartment, anyway.

When Stella was doing the dishes, she found that Clarence had finished the whole bowl of noodle soup. It seemed that he was indeed hungry.

She wondered why he had to join the dinner. Did he plan to watch how a hundred embarrassing ways were interpreted?

Out of the kitchen, Stella sat on the sofa and turned on the TV so that the sound could cover the sound of the water in the bathroom.

Soon, her phone started ringing.

Stella swiped to answer and heard his voice. "Hello, Stella. I'm sorry I had something to deal with earlier, so I didn't say bye to you before leaving the restaurant.”

It's alright. After a pause, Stella continued, "Did you want to talk to me?"

On the other end of the line, Emmett was silent for a moment. Eventually, he didn't speak it out.

With a smile, he answered, "I was quite busy in the past few days. Today I could finally make time to visit you. I just want to check on you. There's nothing else." Stella slightly pressed her lips. She noticed that Emmett looked quite solemn, so she guessed that there must be something bothering him.

However, since Emmett wasn't willing to tell her, she didn't have the reason to insist on asking.

Please go ahead.

Emmett slightly inhaled. "Mr. Conrad and you... Are you..."

Stella said, "We've reconciled."

Even he had figured out the answer, Emmett still didn't give up and asked the question.

Upon hearing her answer, he felt relaxed, however. With a faint smile, he said, "Wish you guys happy."

Thank you, Emmett.

Stella didn't know what else she could say besides thanking him.

Before hanging up the phone, Emmett added, "Stella, no matter what, please be careful with Charles Steward and Phoebe Steward."

Shortly after the phone conversation ended, the bathroom door was opened.

Clarence walked out, his black hair half-dried. "Where is the hairdryer? I didn't find it."

Stella came back to her senses. She put down the phone and walked into the bathroom. Then she took out the hairdryer from the drawer under the sink and handed it over to him. She asked in confusion, "Have you truly looked round?"

Certainly.

Clarence took it over and plugged it in.

A drop of water on the tip of his hair slipped along his movements. It went along his jaw, passed his protruding Adam's apple, and silently fell into his neckline.

Seeing that, Stella licked her bottom lip subconsciously, feeling her throat dried out and tickled.

Before she found an excuse to leave, the lower roar of the hairdryer rang out. Clarence tossed his wet hair, splashing a few water drops on Stella's face.

She looked up. When she was about to speak, she met the man's eyes with a faint smile. He asked, "Are you stunned when watching me?"

Right then, Clarence spoke in a deep and sexy tone. Channing's pajamas made him younger than his actual eye. His usually calm and cold black eyes were filled with a college student's purity. Even his features with sharp outlines became softened.

She had used to seeing him in a suit. Suddenly, his dressing style was changed, which seemed to have more impact. Even he was just standing there, he looked quite seductive.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 308: Take Preventive Measures

Stella withdrew her gaze and coughed. She said calmly, "Mr. Conrad, I just didn't expect that Chan's pajamas suit you so well." "Really? It's a bit tight, though."

Upon hearing it, Stella looked at both sides of his shoulders. "It looks quite suitable. Where do you feel tight?"

Clarence said slowly, "The pants."

Inwardly, she cursed him to go to hell.

She walked back to her bedroom with a long face. She got her pajamas and went back to the bathroom. Since Clarence had almost dried out his hair, she directly kicked him out of the bathroom. Then she locked the door from the inside to ensure the wretched man wouldn't be able to break in. She took a shower.

Clarence stood at the door of the bathroom for a while. When he heard the sound of the running water, he raised a hand to press his lips and coughed. Then he walked to the dining room, poured a glass of cold water, and gulped it down.

Right then, he heard someone knocking on the door again.

Clarence's face became cold. He put down the water glass and walked to the door.

At the door, Daniel was holding a bottle of soy sauce. He smiled awkwardly and politely at Clarence. "Mr. Conrad, you are still here."

Clarence leaned against the doorframe. "Does my existence here bother you?”

Mr. Conrad, you must be kidding. Ms. Radomil is my neighbor, anyway. She's a woman, so I should take care of her.

Clarence said impatiently, "Just tell me about your purpose."

I... Daniel took a glance at the soy sauce in his hands. Then he handed it over to Clarence. "I'm returning it to her."

Clarence reached out to take it over, but Daniel dodged. "Where is Ms. Radomil? I borrowed it from her hands, so I'd better return it to her in person as well." "She's busy."

Clarence looked at him expressionlessly, and his eyes were deep and cold.

Daniel had to bite the bullets and let out a hollow laugh. "In that case, I can return it to her tomorrow..."

You don't need to return it. Just keep it.

Daniel refused righteously, "How could I do it? I just wanted to borrow it from her. I must return it. I'm not a person greedy for small advantages." Clarence said, "Emmett came first, and then you came to her. Since he cares about her so much, why doesn't he come over himself?"

Daniel played dumb. "Mr. Conrad, who is 'he' you refer to?"

Clarence squinted and didn't speak.

Daniel continued, "It's a bit embarrassing though. Mr. Conrad, you should know Emmett has a crush on Ms. Radomil. He came to find her more than once or twice. As for me, Ms. Radomil is my next-door neighbor. We live close to each other, so occasionally, we will visit each other..."

Enough. Clarence wasn't in the mood to listen to him. He said indifferently, "Cut the crap. Just tell him -- as long as I'm here, the Steward family won't dare to do anything to Stella. I don't care what he's doing but Charles Steward's men are watching him all the time. He'd better deal with this matter before doing other things."

Haha... Mr. Conrad, you must be kidding. I...

Before Daniel finished his words, the door was smashed shut in front of him.

He was shut out.

The smile on Daniel's face faded gradually. It seemed that they couldn't ask Stella more questions. Besides, judging from Clarence's implication, Daniel believed that he had figured out their purpose. However, he could tell that Clarence didn't seem to have the intention to tell Stella what he had found. Daniel raised his hand to rub his nose bridge, going home with the soy sauce bottle in his hands.

Stella stretched out her head from the bathroom. "Whom were you talking to at the door just now?" Clarence sat on the sofa with his slender legs across. "A salesman."

What does he sell?

"The

soy

sauce."

She stretched her head back, closed the door, and continued to dry her hair.

If not mistaken, she guessed that it was Daniel just now.

Daniel helped her get the invitation to the bidding, so he must be quite curious about what happened earlier today. He wanted to ask her some details, which was normal.

When Stella's hair was half-dried, she suddenly paused. The reason that Emmett came to find her earlier today should also be because of the bidding.

After a few minutes, Stella came out of the bathroom. She case a glance at the man who was sitting on the sofa and watching the financial news on TV. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Mr. Conrad, aren't you going to bed?"

As if he was waiting for her question, Clarence directly picked up the remote control to close the TV set. He stood up and asked, "Which one is your bedroom?"

Stella pointed at one room to show him. "That one."

Clarence walked to the door of the bedroom. When he turned around, he saw Stella entered the other one.

He scratched his eyebrows and walked over.

Stella was about to close the door when she found the man who was following her. Immediately, she stood at the door to block his way. "What do you want?" "Didn't you say that room is yours?"

Yeah, Stella said honestly, "You'll stay in my room, and I'll stay in Sherry's."

He grabbed Stella's waist. Without speaking, he directly lifted her and carry her into her bedroom.

Stella struggled but failed to break free. In an instant, she was tossed onto the bed.

Before she managed to dodge, the man's strong body was pressed on her.

The lights in the room were off. Stella couldn't see his expression, but she could feel that his breathing was intertwined with hers. The hormones in their bodies were also rapidly secreting and fermenting. Clarence's slender fingers rubbed the most sensitive part on the back of her neck. His voice was quite low. "Don't you want to sleep with me?" he asked.

Stella believed that he was implying something else by saying "sleep".

Although they were in the dark, she could feel his burning gaze on her.

She looked away, trying to make an excuse. "My bed is too small. It's too crowded for us to sleep together. I..."

Is it as so crowded as a sofa? A bathtub? A...

In the beginning, Stella didn't get what he meant. When she understood it, she felt annoyed and why. Without any hesitation, she raised her hand to cover his mouth. "Shut up!"

Clarence pressed his thin lips. His kisses fell on her palms continuously.

Stella subconsciously wanted to pull back her hand. As soon as she took action, the man pressed her hand above her head. He continued to kiss her.

Stella felt her body weakened without any strength, not to mention to push him away.

Soon, her breath became heavier.

Along with the sound of the clothes' friction, she felt the cold wind.

When it came to the most critical moment, Stella suddenly sobered up. "No! Stop it!"

Clarence was puzzled.

He asked in a hoarse tone, "Didn't you enjoy it just now?"

Stella blushed so deeply as if her cheeks would bleed. Ignoring the wretched man's questions, she whispered, "I don't have a condom at home... How about next time? Let's do it next time!" As she spoke, she wanted to escape.

Clarence pressed her back. From nowhere, he pulled out a box and put it in her hand. He coaxed her in a low voice, "Open it up."

When did you get it?

Sure enough, the wretched man was planned long ago. Upon realizing it, Stella regretted letting him come upstairs.

Clarence answered, "Just take preventive measures."

Stella couldn't find the right words. She quieted down.

Clarence's thin lips clung to her pinna, his breath becoming more obvious. "Babe, I'll start. Ehn?”☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 309: Smell of the Canned Food

The next day, when the alarm sounded, Stella woke up. She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand as usual but failed to find it. She kept listening to the alarm with her eyes closed for a long while, only to find that the sound came from underneath the bed.

When she was about to stretch out to get her phone, the strength of the hand that was wrapping around her waist was slightly increased. She was pulled back. Off-guard, Stella fell into the man's arms again.

Clarence kissed her on the back of her ear. He said in a sleepy and hoarse tone, "Let's sleep in."

I want to turn off the alarm. After a pause, Stella asked, "It's eight o'clock. Don't you go to work?"

I don't want to.

Stella whispered, "But I need to go to my studio."

After a few seconds, Clarence gradually opened his eyes and said hoarsely, "You are quite spirited. Didn't you cry and beg me to stop last night?"

She slightly blushed. "It's early morning. Can' you speak the human language?"

I don't even want to be a human. Why should I speak the human language?

As he spoke, his hand on her waist became quite restless, gradually moving upwards.

Stella couldn't keep breathing calmly. "You..."

The man gently kissed her neck, demanding more. "You can go to work later today. Don't you have employees in your studio?"

I can't...

Before she finished her words, she couldn't utter any sound at all.

Soon, the morning passed.

When Stella arrived at her studio, it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

She felt painful and sore all over her body, making her keep cursing the wretched man.

Sherry was watching a soap opera while sitting at the front desk. Seeing that Stella dragged herself in, Sherry had an ambiguous look on her face, following Stella into her office.

As soon as Stella turned around, she saw Sherry standing right behind her. She was startled. Patting her chest, Stella came back to her senses. "What are you doing, Sherry?"

Sherry closed the door of her office, pulled a stool to sit next to Stella, and winked at her. "How did you like last night?"

Under her gaze, Stella felt quite uneasy. Rubbing her nose, she sat on her chair. "What..."

When will you move into the Steward's? Maybe I should stay out tonight as well so Mr. Conrad and you can have your private space. If I go home, I will not only interrupt you but also make Mr. Conrad's kindness in vain, right?

She moved her neck and said in a sleepy tone, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Sherry clicked her tongue. "All right. I'm talking about nonsense now. I can see the kissing mark on your neck."

Upon hearing it, Stella suddenly pulled up her collar.

She felt a bit puzzled as she deliberately wore a turtleneck today, and she also ensured not to expose anything before leaving home.

Sherry held back her laughter. "Just kidding."

Stella patted her crossly. "I'm going to draw the design draft now. Go back to your work."

Sherry stood up. "Oh, by the way, when will you move? Something happened to my family. I need to go home recently."

Stella asked, "What happened?"

Nothing serious. My mom twisted her ankle, so she needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. My father isn't good at taking care of others at all. I haven't been home for a long time, so I'll take the chance to go back and visit them.

Stella nodded in agreement. "Sure, please go ahead. I should move in the Stewards' in two days."

I see, almost the same time. I've told the landlord we're moving out. I'll move out when I come back in town.

Stella couldn't know where she would be and what she would be doing when Sherry moved out. After thinking for a while, she said, "Call Chan when you are moving. He can help you."

What if Chan asks me where you've gone?

Stella was silent

She almost forgot about this.

Sherry patted her on the shoulder. "It's just moving to a new apartment. I can hire a moving service company. There's nothing to worry about."

Before Stella answered, Sherry added, "If there's nothing special in our studio today, may I go home this evening?"

Of course, said Stella, "Feel free to go back. I can take care of the studio."

Sherry acted pretty quickly. She booked the flight ticket and went home to pack up.

When she pulled her suitcase to go out and waited for the elevator, she heard some sounds next door -- Daniel's door was open.

It was indeed too late for Sherry to hide. As soon as the door of the elevator was opened, Sherry dragged her suitcase to rush in. However, God seemed to be against her right then. Something rare happened to her.

The wheel of her suitcase was stuck in the slot of the elevator door.

Sherry dragged and pulled for several times but failed to move it.

After a few seconds, Daniel's figure appeared in front of her. He looked at her and then at the stuck suitcase. "Do you need any help?"

Sherry smiled perfunctorily. "Thank you in advance, then."

Daniel raised his hand and lifted the suitcase easily as if there was no difficulty at all. He put it next to her feet.

It was too embarrassing.

It looked as if she deliberately had done it.

Sherry pressed the button to the first floor and stood in the corner. Daniel pressed the button to the basement.

They didn't speak.

Sherry clenched her hands awkwardly. She kept comforting herself that this should be the last time when they met. When she came back to town, she would move out immediately.

After a few seconds, Daniel suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

Sherry answered calmly, "Oh? I'm going back to my hometown."

They stopped talking again.

Right then, the elevator door was opened again. A group of people came in while chatting and laughing. They should be a big family.

Sherry was standing against the wall, and Daniel also moved next to her.

The space in the elevator was quite limited. Just now, Sherry tried her best to keep the longest distance from him, but right then they were suddenly so close as if she could smell the light scent on him. She denied it and thought that it should be the smell of the canned food.

Thinking of that, Sherry couldn't help but laugh.

When she raised her head, she met Daniel's deep eyes.

Her smile instantly stiffed. She coughed and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Soon, the elevator stopped on the first floor.

Sherry didn't want to say bye to Daniel. She followed the family out of the elevator.

Looking at her receding figure, Daniel raised his hand to rub the eyebrows.

The door of the elevator was closed again.

When Sherry walked out of the community, she found that it was raining outside. She was leaving in a hurry, so she forgot to bring the umbrella.

She put one hand above her head to hide from the rain and pulled out her cell phone to call a cab with the other.

She finally managed to get a cab, which was at least five kilometers away from her. It would take more than ten minutes for the cab to arrive.

Sherry looked around. If there was any taxi, she planned to cancel the cab if she could hail a taxi.

Right then, a black Maserati was parked in front of her.

Sherry was taken aback, wondering if such a fancy car was used as a cab.

The door of the car was opened, and Daniel got off while holding an umbrella.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 310: Her Wish to Cheating Didn’t Come True

Daniel walked to Sherry and held the umbrella above her head. "Are you heading to the airport or the railway station? I can give you a ride."

Sherry let out a hollow laugh. "No, thank you. I've got a cab already. It'll be arriving soon."

Daniel said, "It's raining heavier and heavier."

Well... It's fine. My cab is arriving soon. You can leave me here.

Sherry lifted her cell phone to show him that she got a cab. However, when she raised her hand, she found that the driver had canceled the order.

That was indeed unlucky.

Seeing that, Daniel secretly curled up his lips. He pulled her suitcase. "Let's go."

Sherry still refused. "No, thank you, though. I can..."

Didn't you say that neighbors should help each other?

Back then, Sherry wanted to hook up with him, so she made a lot of excuses such as helping each other. Much to her surprise, Daniel could also make many extravagant excuses. Seeing that the rain became a downpour, Sherry was silent.

Daniel handed the umbrella to her. He hurriedly put her suitcase on the backseat, opened the door, and got in the car.

Sherry held the umbrella with both hands. After a few seconds of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and sat in as well. Daniel asked, "Which airport?"

Sherry told him the address. She pretended to be polite and said, "Sorry for bothering you. I hope I won't delay your schedule." Daniel gently knocked on the steering wheel with his fingers, started the engine. The car roared away. "Not at all. It's no bother." Since he said so, Sherry didn't keep being polite any longer. She sat in silence without speaking.

After a moment, Daniel asked, "May I ask you a question?"

Sherry pulled herself together and adjusted her posture when sitting. "Go ahead."

Among the sound of the downpour, Daniel calmly said, "I heard that Ms. Radomil's father passed away. Is it real?"

Sherry said, "I see. He's not Ms. Radomil's biological father, is he?"

Upon hearing it, Sherry cast him a glance. "How did you know it?"

Only Stella, Chan, Clarence the wretched man, and she were supposed to know this. After all, it was privacy. She didn't think none of them would tell Daniel. Daniel smiled, "I was in the bidding yesterday."

Sherry returned to calm. She said, "Oh, I see. I almost forgot you're after Phoebe Steward."

Daniel couldn't help but cough, but he didn't know how to explain.

After a pause, he continued, "How did you find Ms. Radomil's pocket watch? How did you know it has something to do with Charles Steward?"

Sherry answered, "It seems after Jeffrey Radomil died, Stella and Chan found it when sorting his things. Chan also posted a notice in a missing person column, but it didn't work at all. As for how we found it has something to do with Charles Steward..."

Before finishing her words, Sherry suddenly looked at him alertly. "Are you going to tell Phoebe Steward after getting the answer to your questions?"

Daniel had a wry smile. "Nope. I'm just quite curious, just asking."

Sherry didn't believe him at all. He had no credit in her heart. After all, he had lied about not having meals because he was a Buddhist.

Daniel continued, "Then, does Chan have the same or different father from Ms. Radomil?

Sherry didn't understand why he kept asking such questions, and nor could she understand why he started talking about Chan. Closing her eyes, she answered, "You'd better ask Stella about those matters if she's willing to tell you. I don't know much about them."

Daniel's thin lips twitched. He quieted down.

Since there was traffic because of the rain, they didn't arrive at the airport until an hour later.

When Daniel put down the suitcase on the ground, Sherry thanked him and was about to leave. He stopped her.

He took out the umbrella they used earlier out of her car. "Sherry, it's the rainy season nowadays. Take it with you."

Sherry took it over and raised her head to stare at him.

Daniel felt quite uneasy under her gaze. "What's wrong?"

Nothing. I just suddenly recalled something. Thanks a lot. Bye.

As she finishing speaking, she walked into the airport without looking back.

She used to tell Stella that she wanted to find a playboy to be her boyfriend.

Much to her surprise, her joke came true.

Well, it didn't come true completely, but only in half.

She had a crush on a playboy, but her wish that they could cheat on each other didn't come true.

As thinking of it, Sherry felt amused.

Daniel was chasing after Phoebe on one hand, and on the other hand, he gave Sherry a ride to the airport and gave her the umbrella.

Sherry wondered if he had made her a backup girlfriend or a fish in his girlfriend pool.

Standing in front of the boarding gate, Sherry looked down at the umbrella in her hand. Then she tossed it into the garbage can without any hesitation. She cursed the scumbag to go to hell.

Stella watched the downpour that was becoming a storm outside and called Sherry. The robotic voice made her realize that Sherry's phone was switched off. Stella guessed that she might have boarded on the flight already.

She stretched, feeling pains all over her body.

She stood up, ready to move. There were a few knocks on the door of her studio. It was an employee.

She said, "Stella, we will have a dinner gathering tonight. Would you like to join us?"

Stella smiled and nodded. "Sure. Thank you."

The girl still stood at the door after inviting Stella. Her face was slightly blushed as if she wanted to say something but felt hesitant to speak it out. Stella asked, "What's wrong?"

Well... Could we also invite your younger brother, please? We don't have his contact number.

Stella was taken aback. Then her smile became deeper. "Okay, I'll ask him, but probably he would be working part-time in the evening."

It's alright then. Please ask him, Stella. It would be wonderful if he could join us. If not, it doesn't matter...

After the girl was gone, Stella pulled her phone out and dialed Channing's number.

The call wasn't connected until quite a long time later.

Upon hearing the noises from the other end of the line, Stella asked, "Hello, Chan. You are not in the university, are you?"

No, I'm not. I'm dealing with something now.

Where are you now? Would you like to come over for dinner?

Channing answered, "No, thanks. I've got an appointment with my friend."

That's fine. Please come over this weekend if you have time. I want to tell you something.

After hanging up the phone, Stella raised her eyebrows. She thought for a moment and dialed Clarence's number.

Unlike Channing, the other end of the line was quiet without any sound at all.

Stella paused a bit and whispered, "Are you busy now?"

Not really. What's up?

Nothing. My employees of the studio and I will have a gathering tonight. I won't have dinner with you.

Can't I join you?

Stella laughed. He sounded a bit aggrieved. She explained patiently, "My employees are all college girls. Why would you like to join us?"

As she spoke, she asked, "By the way, what are you doing?"

On the other end of the line, the man answered in a deep and calm voice, "Having a meeting."

Stella choked up.0000