Ch. 311..320

Chapter 311: Which Kind of Girl He Likes

On the other end of the line, the huge meeting room was pin-dropping quiet.

All the senior executives held their breath while exchanging glances with each other.

In the past, it happened that Mr. Conrad retorted the keyboard men online by using the official micro-blog ID of Conrad Group. Hence, this scene was really not worth mentioning at all. However, this was the very first time that they witnessed Mr. Conrad doing that. In their impressions, Mr. Conrad wasn't so afraid of his wife.

As the call ended, Clarence put down the phone. He coldly looked around the meeting room. "Where did we stop?"

Nathan reminded him, "About the development progress of the projects last year."

Clarence hummed, rubbing his nose bridge. "Go on."

The silent and lifeless office had more warmth as if the winter was gone.

After the meeting ended, Nathan followed Clarence and whispered, "Mr. Conrad, Daniel went to Star Ferry Technology. As for William, he hasn't taken any action yet."

Clarence said, "Charles Steward watched him so closely. Of course, he wouldn't take any action."

Upon hearing it, Nathan asked in confusion, "Mr. Conrad, if what we guessed was true, wouldn't it be safer for him to give up the project of Steward Group?"

How can a flying bow be turned back? They have been planning for such a long time to take one step today. How could they give up so easily?

But if they insisted on carrying out their plan, Mrs. Conrad would be dragged in danger certainly.

After a moment of silence, Clarence said, "If that's the case, it's too late to regret it now, anyway."

Nathan understood what he meant. William had already shown up in front of Charles. It would be just fine if the project went on smoothly. Charles sent someone to watch him just for inspection. However, if William directly gave it up, it would increase Charles's suspicion of him. In that case, Stella would be pushed into a much dangerous situation.

Sometimes, the destiny was quite ingenious. If they could have got the information earlier, things would be quite different.

After taking a few steps, Clarence continued, "Do I have any other arrangements tonight?"

Nathan answered, "No, you don't."

Since Clarence was reconciled with Stella, he had always canceled the business dinner in the evening.

Clarence said indifferently, "Stella will go to a gathering. I'll go to my mother's tonight."

Nathan slightly nodded. "Okay, Mr. Conrad. I'll arrange it right now."

Clarence added, "What actions has Joanna Perez taken?"

She should take the action pretty soon.

Clarence curled up his lips and said with a cold look, "It's almost time. If she's still not anxious, I will be anxious definitely."

The studio.

Stella finished packing when there were a few knocks on the door of her office. A girl stretched her head in. "Stella, are you ready? We are about to leave now." "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

The birthday celebration was planned in a bistro nearby the studio. A lot of snacks were sold there. All the alcoholic drinks were fruit wines. Most of the customers were lovers or friends. After Stella sat down, a girl next to her whispered to ask, "Stella, isn't your younger brother joining us?"

Stella smiled. "He's busy at school. Probably next time."

The girl looked a bit disappointed but she couldn't do anything. She said, "That's alright."

Since it was a girl's gathering, besides talking about their favorite idols and gossips, they talked about their love lives. After each other shared something, one girl asked, "Stella, what about you?" Stella was absent-minded just now, so she didn't listen to them carefully. Upon hearing the question, she was a bit stunned. "What?"

How did you get to know your boyfriend?

Everyone seemed to be quite interested to know it.

Probably they didn't know the aloof and handsome man who always came to the studio was the CEO of Conrad Group. After the farce caused by Selina and the relevant events such as the hot search, they naturally knew it.

Another girl echoed, "Exactly. Stella, is Mr. Conrad your ex-husband? You are together now, aren't you?"

Mr. Conrad is so handsome. He's rich and gentle. Awe! I'm so envious.

Stella was shocked, wondering how come they thought Clarence was gentle.

Besides Mr. Conrad, another handsome man who always came to find Stella in the studio is also quite charming. Stella, he should be your admirer, right?

Stella is so pretty, so she must have a lot of admirers. But I believe Mr. Conrad suits her the most.

I don't agree with you. If they truly fit each other, they wouldn't have divorced. That's why we should try to fall in love several times. We can't stick to only one man.

You are wrong. How could Mr. Conrad be the same as an ordinary man? He should be the most charming one among them all, OK?

By the way, Stella, why did you divorce Mr. Conrad in the past?

The girls discussed with each other, and the topic changed from how she got to know Clarence to how they divorced.

For a moment, Stella didn't know how to answer them. After thinking for a moment, she answered, "Probably it was because of lacking trust. But I believe the most important is to meet your Mr. Right at the righ time. runs in both ways. No one would be absolutely right or wrong in it."

If she hadn't met Clarence in Twilight Club, and they were with different identities when meeting in a different place, there wouldn't have been so many troublesome things.

Right then, one girl gently bumped the elbow of the girl sitting next to her. "Did you hear it? Stella also said so. Don't bitch about your boyfriend all the time. runs in both ways."

The girl pouted. "If my boyfriend were so handsome as Mr. Conrad. Not to mention understanding him, I'd rather slap me across my face when fighting with him."

Upon hearing it, all of them burst into laughter.

Stella picked up the sake and gulped down a cup. She couldn't help but laugh out.

Those girls were almost fresh graduates from the college. They were in their early twenties. Some of them were still in the last year of college.

In their lives, there might be quite limited time for them to laugh out so freely in the future.

Right then, a girl sitting next to Stella asked, "Stella, may I ask you a question in private?"

Stella nodded. "Sure. Go ahead."

The girl whispered, "Well... Does your younger brother have a girlfriend?"

Stella said, "I don't think so." After a pause, she added cautiously, "At least, so far as I know, he doesn't have one."

The girl continued, "Do you know which type of girl he likes?"

Stella felt the question was quite difficult to answer.

She used to ask Channing as well, but he didn't answer her in detail at all.0000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 312: She Misses You as Well

Eight o'clock in the evening, a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a residential building.

After the door of the car was open, Clarence's figure appeared in the dark.

Nathan took out something from the car and followed him forward.

Probably Joanna had never expected that the woman whom she was looking for all over the world was actually in City N, right under her nose.

As the old saying went, "The most dangerous place is the safest place." It was true. Inside the apartment, a young woman was making the formula milk for the little fellow. When seeing Clarence, she immediately greeted him, "Hi, Mr. Conrad. Here you came." Clarence hummed and asked, "Where are they?"

The baby woke up just now. Ms. Anderson is accompanying him in the bedroom.

Upon hearing it, Clarence strode into the bedroom.

On the baby's cot, the little fellow was gripping a toy, looking around with his round eyes. When seeing Clarence, he grinned and started giggling.

Dolores turned around and asked, "Why are you here so suddenly?"

Clarence walked to the cot. "I'm free tonight, so I decided to come here."

Dolores stood up. "You came at the right time. Go ahead play with him. I'll go wash his clothes."

As soon as Dolores left, the baby stopped smiling. He curled his lips, looking extremely wronged as if he would burst into tears the next second.

Clarence stared at him in silence.

The baby started clenching his fists tightly and sobbing, looking extremely aggrieved.

Right then, Dolores's voice rang out outside the bedroom. "Don't just sit there still. If he starts to cry, you need to hold him."

Clarence held the baby in his arms and whispered, "You are just like your mother, so petty."

The baby stayed in his arms and stopped sobbing. He widened his eyes, looking at Clarence curiously.

The man curled up his thin lips into a smile. He added, "After a few days, I'll take your mother here to see you. She misses you as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, the baby clenched his fists tightly. His little face turned red as if his whole body was working hard. Clarence was speechless.

When Dolores came back, she saw Clarence had taken off all the baby's clothes. With a cold look, he was holding the baby's legs, trying to change the diaper for the baby.

Dolores felt amused and annoyed. She walked over and sent him away. "How can you change the diaper in this way? Why did you take off all his clothes? It's quite easy for him to catch a cold." Clarence was silent for a moment. Then he explained, "When I took off his pants, his body was stained."

Dolores choked up.

She directly held the baby into the bathroom and planned to bathe him.

After the bath, the baby fell asleep quickly.

The young woman also cleaned up all things in the living room. She walked into the bedroom and whispered, "Mr. Conrad, Ms. Anderson, if there's nothing else for me, may I ask for a leave this evening?" Dolores nodded in agreement. "Of course. Please go ahead."

Thank you, Ms. Anderson. I'm taking off now.

As she spoke, she hurriedly picked up her bag and left.

After the door was closed, Clarence withdrew his gaze and asked flatly, "She seems to ask for leaves quite often recently, doesn't she?"

Dolores was folding the baby's clothes. "She does it occasionally, mostly in the evening. She always came back in the next early morning. She didn't waste much time, though."

Clarence squinted slightly and didn't speak.

Dolores looked over at him. "What's wrong?"

Dolores said, "All right. It's quite late now. The baby is sleeping now. Go back to whatever you are ought to do. Don't waste time here."

Clarence turned to stare at the cot, lost in thought.

Downstairs, the young woman walked out of the community. She found the familiar car and sat in.

While fastening the seat belt, she said in fear, "I'm so freaked out. I thought that I might not make it tonight."

The man sitting in the driver's seat asked, "What happened?"

Well... the master of the family came back earlier. I was afraid that he wouldn't allow me to take the leave.

The man smiled. "Is he quite fierce?"

Amanda Byron answered, "Not really. He's quite cold and aloof, but he's a nice man."

The man asked again, "What does he do for a living? He seems not always at home."

Amanda answered vaguely, "Yeah, he's often on business trips." As she spoke, she suggested, "By the way, shall we go see a movie tonight? I haven't been to the cinema for a long time." Since she changed the topic, the man didn't insist on asking. However, he looked scheming when smiling.

On the way, Amanda was leaning against the car window, listening to the music in the car.

She used to work as a secretary in a branch run by Conrad Group. She was bullied because she refused her superior leader's hidden rules.

Once, Mr. Conrad was inspecting the branch. Her superior leader intentionally asked her to join the business dinner, aiming to take the chance to humiliate her. Amanda had thought that she must be doomed, but Mr. Conrad exposed her superior leader's nasty mind. Then he cleaned up the whole branch company, making her have the light of hope.

Since then, Amanda treated Mr. Conrad as her benefactor. Temporarily, he asked her to take care of the baby, but she didn't ask any question and nor would she gossip about it.

It was an accident for her to meet Logan. Not long ago, when she was going to the wet market, she encountered two thieves, who almost stole her cell phone. It was Logan who appeared suddenly and helped

her.

To thank him, Amanda invited him for a dinner and added his contact number.

As time went by, they got to know more about each other.

She knew that Logan was a single father with two kids. He was a caring man, quite careful. He could always give her the romantic feeling and surprise.

However, Amanda still didn't tell him anything about the baby and Mr. Conrad. She just told him that she was a babysitter.

She didn't leak any details.

Out of the bistro, the girls started to call the cab to go home.

Stella lived nearby, so she decided to go home on foot.

One of the girls asked, "Stella, we can give you a ride home."

Stella refused with a smile, "It's alright. I was quite full just now. I want to walk back."

Alright. Be careful on your way home. We're taking off now. Bye!

Bye! The same to you. Text me when you got home.

Stella waved at them while smiling.

When the girls were gone, she withdrew her gaze. With her hands in the coat pockets, she turned around and walked forward step by step.

The girls persuaded her to drink a lot of fruit wines today. Fortunately, those were not strong wines. Besides feeling a bit dizzy, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, she was extremely spirited. After taking a few steps, Stella heard her phone ringing in the pocket of her coat.

It was a call from Clarence.

The man asked in a magnetic voice, "Is the gathering over?"

It was over just now. I'm on the way home.

On foot?

How did you know...

Stella didn't finish her words. She paused, looking around.

Chapter 313: A Sense of Ritual

Not far away, the man's tall, strong, and upright figure appeared in her sight.

In her hands was a bunch of red roses.

Stella was a bit taken aback. She slowly put down the phone, but the smile on her face became deeper and deeper.

Much to her surprise, the wretched man was quite romantic. He even took the flowers to pick her up.

Clarence walked to her. "Why didn't you call me after the gather was over?"

Stella said, "How did I know you are waiting for me nearby?"

She originally planned to text him after arriving home.

Clarence asked, "Don't you want to get in the car?"

Stella shook her head. "I ate a lot earlier. I want to walk home."

Clarence suddenly bent over to approach her, sniffed. "Did you drink?"

Stella showed him a gesture. "Just a little bit. I'm not drunk yet."

Upon hearing it, Clarence curled up his lips. "I can drink with you after arriving home."

Stella looked at his expression. Her intuition told her that the wretched man had an evil intention. She looked away and walked forward. "No, thanks. Moderate drinking is good for the health. Drinking too much will only reduce my life."

Clarence followed her. "Where did you get those unreasonable sayings?"

Your sayings are far more unreasonable.

Clarence said, "I don't need to work tomorrow. We can date. Where do you want to go?"

Stella thought for a moment. She turned to look at him. "I have to work tomorrow, though. Sherry has gone home for a visit. I must be in my studio."

As she finished speaking, Clarence raised his eyebrows slightly. "Has she gone home?"

She realized that she had leaked an important message.

She wanted to skip the topic. Looking at the red roses in Clarence's hands, she asked, "Don't you plan to give them to me?"

Clarence looked down at them. "Do you want them?"

Stella was confused and speechless.

Or what? Why would he be holding them if they were not for her?

Clarence said, "I accidentally picked them up on the street. If you want them, I can give them to you."

Stella gritted her teeth and glared at him fiercely. She turned around and left.

Clarence chuckled and followed her, "All right. I was kidding. I bought them for you."

Stella didn't believe him.

Clarence said, "They are a bit heavy. You want to walk home, don't you? You'll feel quite tired if walking while holding them"

Stella didn't agree with him. She didn't want to show weakness and retorted, "Why would I feel tired? Mr. Conrad, could you please don't underestimate a woman?" "Then, let's continue tonight."

Of course we can continue. I...

After she said those words, Stella understood what he implied. Instantly, she felt annoyed. "Continue with yourself!"

She wondered why the wretched man couldn't think about anything else.

When she was about to walk away in anger, her hand was gently grabbed. Clarence asked calmly, "Are you angry?"

Stella believed that the wretched man asked while knowing the answer.

She wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

Right then, a young couple passed them by.

They seemed to be in a fight as well. The woman complained, "Look at you! The man is so handsome and he knows to bring his girlfriend flowers. It's our first anniversary today, but you don't only forget to buy me flowers but also forget what day it is today!"

Her boyfriend was so panicked. "Well... Buying flowers has nothing to do with being handsome or not. I'm sorry, darling. I've been too busy recently so I forgot. Tomorrow, all right? I will compensate you tomorrow."

Our anniversary is today. Does it make any sense if you do that tomorrow?

As she spoke, the woman trotted away while weeping.

The man stood motionlessly as if he wanted to find a flower store nearby. However, it was way too late right now. Stores nearby were already closed, let alone a flower store.

Stella watched the scene for a moment. Suddenly, she reached her hand to Clarence. "Give them to me."

Clarence raised his brows. "Ehn?"

Didn't you say that they are for me? Please give them to me.

Clarence understood what was in her mind, so he handed the roses to her.

Stella held them in her arms for a few seconds. Curling up her lips into a faint smile, she walked to the man.

The man was startled when seeing her approach.

Stella handed the roses to him. "Take them. Please give them to your girlfriend."

Ah... How can I accept them? She's quite mad now. I don't think she needs them.

Stella smiled. "It's alright. Girls always want to have a sense of ceremony. Besides, today is an important anniversary for you guys. She's mad now because she cares about you and your love a lot." Upon hearing it, the man didn't insist on refusing. While he took over the roses, he said, "Thank you, Miss. I can wire you the money."

Not necessary. As long as you don't disdain it because it was from my boyfriend to me.

The man immediately answered, "Of course not. Your boyfriend and you love each other so much. I'm quite envious. I hope we can also be so sweet as you buys."

Stella truly wanted to stop him from wishing they would be the same. Eventually, she smiled and said, "Hurry up and go!"

The man thanked her continuously. After nodding at Clarence, he chased after his girlfriend while holding the roses. After he was gone, Clarence walked to Stella. "You are not mad at me now, are you?"

Clarence pulled her wrist. "Didn't you just say that I'm your boyfriend? Why are you ignoring me now?"

She was whispering to the man just now, but the wretched man still heard it.

Clarence suggested, "How about I get you another bouquet?"

Stella answered steadily, "No, thank you."

Why not? After a pause, Clarence asked, "Wasn't you angry because I didn't give you the roses earlier?"

Stella felt that her temples were popping. She realized that the wretched man didn't quite understand her at all.

Seeing that she was silent, Clarence asked again, "Since you want the flowers so much, why did you give them away?" After a long while, Stella answered, "I just believe that he needs them more than I do. Besides, I didn't want them so eagerly!"

Stella looked at him whiling blaming him inwardly. "Forget it, you won't understand it anyway. You'll never know how sad a woman would be when she hasn't received any gift on the anniversary." Clarence pressed his thin lips. Suddenly, he pulled her hand and started to walk back.

Wait! Wait! What are you doing?

Buy some gifts.

I was kidding. Haven't you compensated me, anyway?

Clarence said, "If the compensation worked, why would you complain about it again?"

The wretched man could always hit the nail on the head.

She was just saying it. Besides, when in a quarrel, women always like to bring up old scores again.

After such a trifle, it was almost midnight when they finally got home.

Clarence wasn't being polite. He directly took off his coat and went to the bathroom for a shower.

Stella wanted to hang his suit jacket, but she smelt something on it.

She approached closer, only to smell that besides the scent of milk, there was a weird smell on the suit jacket as well.

Chapter 315: Don’t You Feel Weird

Although she had agreed to a date with Clarence the next day, she still had to go to her studio in the morning.

When she got up, the wretched man was still sleeping in.

Since he was always working hard, Stella didn't wake him up.

She wrote a note and put it on the nightstand. Then she left home.

Standing in front of the elevator, she pressed the button to go downstairs, waiting there leisurely.

Right then, the neighbor's door was open.

Daniel stretched out his head and looked around. After ensuring that Clarence wasn't around, he quickly walked out.

Stella greeted him. "Good morning, Daniel."

Good morning, Ms. Radomil. It's still so early. Are you going to work?

Stella nodded. "Yeah. I have something to deal with in the afternoon, so I need to go to work early."

Daniel stood next to her. "By the way, I haven't been to your studio before, Ms. Radomil. May I take the chance to go there today?"

Stella knew that he had something to talk to her, so she slightly smiled. "All right."

Out of the community, Daniel looked back again and ensured that Clarence hadn't followed them.

Seeing that, Stella asked, "What are you looking for?"

Daniel let out a hollow laugh. "Nothing. By the way, is Mr. Conrad staying here recently?"

Upon hearing his question, Stella felt a bit awkward and didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, Daniel didn't insist on getting the answer. He switched back to go down to the business. "What happened in the bidding the day before yesterday puzzled me a bit. Ms. Radomil, could you please... As she walked, Stella said steadily, "A few months ago, Jeffrey Radomil accidentally died because of the prison break. When Chan and I were sorting his belongings, I found a box of his, in which there were my mother's remains."

Daniel asked, "Her remains? What are they?"

A few photos and a pocket watch. It wasn't until then did I know that Jeffrey Radomil isn't my birth father. The man in the photo is. Jeffrey Radomil was probably jealous. He had cut the man's face on the photo.

Does that pocket watch belong to Charles Steward?

Stella nodded slightly. "In the beginning, I guessed that Charles Steward might know my biological father, but I never thought in that way until I've found the selling records of the pocket watch." Daniel frowned. "How did you know Charles Steward might know your biological father?"

Because Chan used to post a notice in the missing person's column on the newspapers as well as use other means, trying to find that man. But Charles Steward was trying to stop him and blocked the information.

When did it happen?

Probably one or two months ago.

Daniel frowned more deeply. "That means Charles Steward knew that they were looking for him, but he didn't want you to find more information, so he deliberately blocked the information. Besides, when you went to see him with the photos, he should have known who you are."

Upon hearing it, Stella was silent for a long while. Then she said, "It seems so."

But, don't you feel it quite weird?

Stella was confused. "Why weird?"

Daniel explained, "The Steward family is quite powerful. If he didn't want you to find any clues, how could you find some?"

Stella paused for a long while after hearing his question. She said, "It was... My friend helped me find an owner of a pocket watch manufacture. He took me to the warehouse, in which the selling information of the pocket watch was kept."

Ms. Radomil, please don't misunderstand me. The information that the person gave to you was correct. Charles Steward did buy that pocket watch, which also belongs to him. You were also correct to look into the matter behind it. However, it might be someone who purposely led you to investigate in this direction. Have you ever thought what would happen next if you went to find Charles Steward with the pocke watch?

Daniel continued, "No matter what protection you have prepared ahead, you would definitely in danger."

Stella knew what he meant. She had thought about this problem before. When Daniel mentioned it now, she realized that it was way too easy for her to find the clue.

It would be fine if the clue led to something else, but it led to Charles Steward, who had been always alert to her. He wouldn't expose any flaw.

Upon realizing it, Stella immediately pulled out her cell phone to call the owner of the manufacturer, but the phone number didn't exist.

She called her friend who provided her with the owner's information, but her friend didn't know the details at all. When he looked into the pocket watch, it was the owner who took the initiative to contact him, informing him that they used to produce that type of pocket watch.

Stella put away her cell phone, pressing her lips slightly.

It seemed that besides her, someone else also targeted Charles.

Stella suddenly looked up at Daniel.

The latter met her gaze, subconsciously taking a few steps back. With an awkward smile, he asked, "Ms. Radomil, what's wrong?"

Stella said, "How did you know the direction that I looked into was correct? I just told you the pocket watch belongs to Charles Steward, but I didn't tell you my doubts. However, it seems that you know what I'm thinking."

Daniel didn't expect that she could react so fast and even questioned him. He could only let out a hollow laugh and said, "Well... Phoebe Steward told me about it."

Did she tell you what I was doubting about? Probably she even didn't know why I must move into the Steward's, but you know it.

Me? I don't know at all. I just said that at random.

No way. Since long ago, you've been reminding me to be careful with Phoebe Steward and Charles Steward. You should know much more than I do.

Stella paused, and then added, "Is the reason that you approached Phoebe Steward and targeted Charles Steward..."

Daniel immediately interrupted her, "No. No. Ms. Radomil, you've truly misunderstood. As you said, I deliberately approached Phoebe Steward and targeted Charles Steward. I must have done a careful investigation before that. Otherwise, I would be seeking death."

Daniel hadn't expected that he wanted to ask Stella for some information but was questioned by her. He was almost exposed.

He had to admit that Stella had a clear mind.

However, his explanation also made sense.

Stella believed. She returned to her senses and kept walking forward. After taking a few steps, she turned around and asked, "Are you still coming to my studio?"

Daniel said, "Of course. I do want to see your studio."

He rubbed the back of his head, following her quickly.

After walking for a moment, he added, "Ms. Radomil, I'm quite curious about something. May I ask about it?"

Since your biological father might be a different man, Chan...

Upon hearing it, Stella paused her paces slightly. After a few seconds, she answered, "May I ask you to do me a favor?"

Daniel nodded in agreement. "Sure. Go ahead."

Stella said, "Please don't mention anything about this matter to Chan."

Chapter 316: Getting a Kick

At noon, Stella finished her work and stretched. She heard her phone ringing.

When she wiped to answer, she heard the man's deep voice. "Still busy?"

Stella checked the time. "Another half an hour."

She had to arrange the tasks before leaving the studio.

Clarence said, "All right."

After hanging up the phone, Stella walked out of the office.

Her studio wasn't big but there were a lot of trifles.

Sherry was in charge of them, and Stella only needed to take care of the design drafts.

After she had done, an hour passed.

When she trotted her belongings out of the studio, she saw the Rolls-Royce parked in front.

Stella pulled the door open and sat in. While fastening the seat belt, she said, "Nailed it. Let's go."

Shall we have lunch first?

Okay... Wait. Let's go home first. I haven't taken the food I made last night.

Clarence slightly tilted his head. "Look back."

Stella looked back, only to find the food he made was packed in the lunch boxes neatly.

She curled up her lips into a smile. However, after a few seconds, she started worrying about the food's freshness.

Clarence looked at her. "What's wrong?"

With a wry smile, Stella didn't have the heart to give him a blow. "It's alright. Let's go for lunch first. Where are we going after lunch?"

You'll know when we arrive.

The car started moving slowly. It wasn't until then did Stella find that Clarence wasn't wearing a suit today. Instead, he was in neat street clothing. He didn't look as cold as usual but quite relaxed. Noticing her gaze on him, Clarence turned around to look at her, his eyes full of amusement. "I see how you are staring at me. Do you want to eat food or me for lunch?"

She wished that the wretched man could shut up.

As long as he spoke, he flirted with her.

They found a restaurant at random nearby. After lunch, Stella checked the time -- it was already past three in the afternoon.

If they wouldn't speed up, it would be evening soon.

Out of the restaurant, Stella noticed that the wretched man was walking too slowly. She directly dragged him forward. "Hurry up!"

The man slightly raised his eyebrows. "Why are you rushing?"

I want to go home to get some sleep as early as possible.

Clarence held her hand back and strode forward, fastening his pace.

Half an hour later, the car was parked at the gate of a huge club.

It seemed that Clarence was a patron here. He directly took her in without any pause.

Stella followed him, looking around, only to find it was an extremely huge place. It at least occupied a few thousand square meters.

Clarence asked, "Do you want to play the golf first or go horse-riding first?"

When thinking of what happened in the resort before, Stella wanted to choose neither.

She noticed that there was a huge map on the wall next to them, so she released Clarence's hand and walked over. She found that besides a golf course and a horse ranch, there was a shooting area, a rock climbing field, and even a racetrack.

Sure enough, it was a place for the rich to burn money.

Stella looked over at Clarence. "Can I choose other options? I want to go rock climbing. It's more exciting."

The man put his hand in the trousers pocket and said calmly, "Those two options are what I can play only."

Stella curled her lips. Ignoring him, she directly headed to the rock climbing field. "It's a huge place. I'm sure there are instructors. I can find one of them to teach me."

Clarence licked his thin lips. "The instructors here are all male. Aren't you afraid that they would take advantage of you?"

But, Clarence's purpose to take advantage of her was more obvious, wasn't it?

As long as Stella recalled that the wretched man aboveboard took advantage of her when teaching her play golf, she gritted her teeth in hatred.

That was why she had no interest in this game.

However, much to Stella's surprise, as soon as she arrived at the rock climbing field, she saw a familiar figure.

Sure enough, it was a place for the rich to gather.

She started to regret it for her impulse

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Phoebe unbuckled the safety rope on her waist. When she turned around to wipe her sweat, she was face to face with Stella.

She snorted coldly, tossing away the towel in her hand. "Everyone can come to this place now."

Her friends heard her complaint and followed her gaze. When they saw Stella, they looked tentative and disdainful.

Right then, Clarence stood behind Stella, looking quite cold and expressionless.

Those people withdrew their gazes immediately.

An instructor next to them asked, "Ms. Steward, would you like to try again?"

Phoebe answered in a cold tone, "Nope. I'm trying again. My interest has been ruined."

As she spoke, she picked up her belongings and left.

Her friends immediately followed her.

After they were gone, Clarence asked calmly, "Is this the excitement you are looking for?"

Stella gritted her teeth. "Shut up!"

How would she know she could be so lucky to meet Phoebe here?

Moreover, the wretched man mocked her.

With a smile, Clarence asked, "Are you still trying?"

Of course! Why not?

If she changed her mind, it would seem that she was frightened.

As soon as Stella walked over, an instructor brought them two sets of rock climbing tools. "Good day, Mr. Conrad."

Clarence only took one sent and sent the instructor away.

When he was helping Stella wear the protective clothing, the latter looked at him in confusion. "Didn't you said that you don't know how to do it?" "Depends on whom I'm speaking to."

The wretched man could always chop logic.

After everything was ready, Clarence told her how to climb up and how to use her strength. Then he took a step back and said, "You may start now."

Stella exhaled deeply. She stepped on a protruding stone and grabbed one with her hand.

She started trying to climb up.

After she climbed up to two or three meters, she felt her legs trembling.

When she was wondering if she should climb down, she heard the wretched man chatting with the instructor who returned. He asked indifferently, "How high did Phoebe Steward climb to just now?"

The instructor didn't understand what he meant, since Clarence brought a woman here but was asking about another woman. He let out a hollow laugh and answered, "Ms. Steward might have climbed to ten meters."

Clarence stopped speaking

Upon hearing it, Stella gritted her teeth tightly and kept moving up.

After all, this was the first time for her to do rock climbing and she couldn't handle the strength and skills well. She could only move up another meter before stopping again.

She looked down and found that she had been quite distant from the ground.

The instructor who was chatting with Clarence had left again.

The wretched man with a faint smile was the only one left in the scene.

It seemed as if he was waiting for her to beg to save her.

Stella couldn't do it. She clung to the wall, panting without moving.

Shortly after, Clarence asked, "Are you coming down?"

Stella answered stubbornly, "No, thanks. The view is quite good up here."

Do you plan to stay there for the whole afternoon?

Stella was silent for a moment. She decided to retreat one step to make things easier. "How can I climb down?"☐☐☐

Chapter 317: You Are Petty

Clarence answered calmly, "Beg me for help."

I'm begging you.

That's too perfunctory.

Stella felt that her hands were about to twitch. She suppressed the impulse to curse him. "You can help me to climb down first. In my current situation, I can't do anything except verbally thanking you perfunctorily."

Clarence said, "You can thank me verbally."

Clarence looked up at her, his eyes full of burning heat. "Think it over. What should you address me?"

'The wretched man? Asshole? Clarence the Exploiter?' Stella wondered.

She didn't think it would be appropriate.

Seeing that Stella still kept silent, Clarence said, "Call me and I'll help you come down."

Stella withdrew her gaze, her heart hammering.

She understood what the wretched man meant, but she couldn't call him that way at all.

Even during their three-year marriage, she had never called him that way, let alone right now.

While Stella hesitated, her legs started trembling. She almost fell down.

She suddenly felt that she had set herself up.

Clarence was standing right in the trap, waiting for her.

After a short while, Stella quickly called him.

Clarence raised his brows. "What did you say? I can't hear it."

Stella's ears were reddened and burning.

Gritting her teeth, she called him vaguely, "Honey."

After a pause, she added in a weak tone, "Please."

Clarence curled up his thin lips. He walked over and got her down.

She was unwilling to call him that way no matter how he tortured her while making love last time.

Stella fell into his arms directly.

She was prone on Clarence's shoulders, wishing she could perish with the wretched man together.

Fortunately, there was no one else around. Otherwise, she would be deadly regretful.

Not far away from the scene, Phoebe witnessed what happened. She sneered and left.

Clarence helped Stella take off the protective clothing with a smile on his face. "It's indeed exciting. I'll bring you here again next time."

Stella didn't think she would come back. The wretched man could come here alone.

If the time could be turned back to the previous day, Stella would definitely not agree to a date with him.

She doubted if she were nuts when doing it.

Clarence rubbed her trembling arms. "Are you feeling better?"

Nope. I want to go home now.

Clarence ignored it. He whispered, "You lack exercise. I've told you that you are quite weak, but you refused to admit it."

Stella curled her lips, not in the mood to argue with him.

Clarence kept rubbing all fours for her. After a while, he asked, "All right. Do you want to try anything else?"

No. I want to go home.

Clarence looked at her, his eyes darkened with implication. "Are you sure?"

Stella let out a hollow laugh. "Not really. I'm just kidding. Let's go to..."

Before she finished her words, she heard some cheers not far away.

She immediately asked, "What's going on there? Let's check it out."

That was a velodrome over there.

A race had just finished.

When Stella and Clarence walked over, they saw Vincent get off from a racing car. He took off the helmet and clicked his tongue. "I must admit that I'm old. I can't win against you youngsters." Someone answered, "Mr. James, you are so modest. You got second place because the racetrack was changed. Otherwise, you would still win the first place."

Vincent raised his hand and laughed. "All right. All right. Stop flattering me. That's too much."

Stella hadn't seen anything, but Clarence grabbed her hand and whispered, "Let's go."

However, it was still too late.

Behind the crowd, Vin I saw them from afar. He walked over while asked, "What has brought down you here today, Mr.

As he spoke, he looked over at Stella and added meaningfully, "It turns out you are accompanied by a beauty."

Stella finally understood why Clarence wanted to take her away from here.

Vincent didn't sound like a decent man.

She believed that Vincent also had taught Clarence some ridiculous things before.

onrad?"

Since Vincent greeted Clarence in that way, most people in the club all knew that Clarence was here. They started to look at Stella, who was standing next to him.

Clarence cast a cold glance at Vincent, and the latter knew that he had done something wrong. Vincent coughed and passed his helmet to a man next to him. "You guys keep on. I'll show Mr. Conrad around." After that, he greeted Stella. "Ms. Radomil, long time no see."

Stella slightly nodded in response.

After walking for a while, Vincent took a look at Clarence. Obviously, he wanted to talk to Clarence.

Clarence pressed his thin lips and paused. Looking at Stella, he asked, "What would you like to drink? I'll get it for you."

Wait for me here. I'll be right back.

Vincent said, "Ms. Radomil, well... I'm going with him. You can walk around here."

Stella smiled and nodded in agreement. "Sure."

After they were gone, she moved under the leafy shade. She called Sherry, asking how her mother was doing.

Sherry answered, "She's much better now. The doctor said that she could go home in a few days. How about you? What are you doing now?" Stella whispered to answer, "I'm outside."

Upon hearing it, Sherry tentatively asked, "Are you dating someone?"

She wondered why Sherry could guess so correctly.

Since Stella didn't answer, Sherry knew that she was right. She grinned and said, "How is it going? Where did you go for the date?"

Stella didn't think she could tell Sherry everything on the phone.

After chatting for a short while, Sherry's mother was calling her, so they hung up the phone.

Right then, the sunshine fell among the clouds, shining quietly.

It became warmer.

The spring seemed to have come.

Stella felt a bit bored while standing there, so she walked along the pavement under the sunshine.

Before she took a few steps, she heard a neigh behind.

When Stella looked back, she saw a horse galloping towards her.

It was only a few meters away from her already.

Stella couldn't hide from it at all. When the horse was about to bump into her, she fell into a warm embrace. With the impact of the inertia, they rolled on the ground several times before finally stopping. Clarence's voice was heard above her head. "Did you get hurt?"

Stella came back to her senses and stood up immediately. "I'm all right. How are you doing?"

Clarence lay on the ground. He was silent for a moment and answered, "I'm not well."

Upon hearing it, Stella was so frightened that her heart almost popped out. She immediately checked up his body but she dared not to touch him at all. "Is your bone broken? Or anything else? I... I'll call the ambulance..."

When she pulled out the cell phone, Clarence grabbed her hand. "It's not that serious. Call me honey again, I'll be fine."

She pushed him in anger.

The wretched man even was in a mood to kid with her at this moment.

The employees of the horse ranch rushed over. Seeing the scene, they almost freaked out. One of them said, "Mr... Mr. Conrad..."

Clarence slowly sat up, looking cold and fierce. Even he didn't speak, his angry and overbearing temperament already made them feel hard to breathe.

Vincent calmed the horse down. He walked over and asked with a frown, "What happened?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 318: Favored by Others

The manager of the horse ranch had cold sweat oozing on his back. "I... I don't know. This horse was suddenly startled... We didn't pay attention to it so it broke free and ran out..." Clarence stood up and said in a cold tone, "You should investigate why the horse was startled."

The manager nodded. "I'll take it for a checkup. Mr. Conrad, would you like to see a doctor?"

Not necessary.

Two voices were heard at the same time.

Clarence turned around and looked over at Stella. "It's unnecessary."

Stella insisted. Just now, when Clarence fell on the ground with her in his arms, she heard him bump into something.

Although the wretched man didn't admit it, how could he be all right in this case?

The manager looked at Clarence and then at Stella. In the end, he turned to Vincent for help.

Vincent handed the rein of the horse to the manager. "Go back to your work, please. I can accompany Mr. Conrad to see the doctor."

Thank you, Mr. James. After I found something, I'll reply to you immediately.

Vincent nodded. "Please go ahead."

After the manager led the horse to leave, Vincent patted the dirt off his hand. "Mr. Conrad, let's go. You should ask the doctor to check you up. If you are injured, someone would worry about you." Clarence cast him an indifferent glance. "You want to join the fun, don't you?"

Vincent choked up.

Clarence pulled Stella's hand and walked in another direction.

Since Vincent had nothing to do now, he decided to follow the manager to check the horse's status.

It was a huge club with quite a lot of facilities and programs. Hence, there was a small private clinic in there as well so when the idle ones from the rich or powerful families got injured, they could be rescued and helped in time.

On the way to the clinic, Clarence said, "I'm fine, really. We don't need to go there. It's a waste of time."

No way! It's just a checkup. It won't waste much time. Stella frowned. "Earlier you also wasted some times in the rock climbing field. Why didn't it matter?"

Upon hearing it, Clarence curled up his lips and didn't speak. He led her forward.

When they arrived at the clinic, Stella asked the doctor to give Clarence a detailed examination. The result showed that except for the bruises when he bumped into the ground, he had no other injuries. Clarence looked over at Stella and raised his brows slightly. "Do you rest assured now?"

Ignoring him, Stella asked the doctor again, "He fell on the ground fiercely just now. Could you please check him up again?"

The doctor smiled. "Mrs. Conrad, please don't worry. I can guarantee that Mr. Conrad hasn't been injured seriously. What about this? I can prescribe him some medicine for traumatic injuries. You can put it on Mr. Conrad's bruises frequently so he could recover soon.

When Stella was about to say something else, Clarence interrupted her, "All right, Mrs. Conrad. If you do worry about me a lot, why don't you check me up yourself?"

Her face turned reddish rapidly.

She wondered what nonsense the wretched man was talking about.

Noticing the faint smile on the doctor's face, Stella felt so embarrassed. She stammered, "It's... it's alright if you are fine. I'm going to use the bathroom very quick." As she spoke, she escaped from here.

After staying in the ladies' room for ten minutes, Stella finally calmed down and the temperature on her face dropped to normal.

She exhaled and pulled a piece of tissue to wipe her hands, walking out.

When she arrived at the door of the doctor's office, she saw Phoebe.

At the same time, the latter saw Stella as well.

Since their conflicts were exposed, Phoebe had already stopped being hypocritical to her. She looked away coldly and entered the doctor's office directly.

Stella tossed the tissue into the garbage can, turned around, and walked downstairs.

In the doctor's office.

Phoebe looked at the man who was putting on his jacket in a daze. "Clarence, why are you here as well?"

Clarence cast her a glance and answered flatly, "Don't play asking while knowing the answer in my presence."

Phoebe laughed. "Why am I asking while knowing the answer? When I was doing rock climbing just now, I got injured carelessly. I came over for a checkup. You don't need to mistake that I'm doing it deliberately."

Then what should I say? What a coincidence! You are injured, too. Are you here for a checkup?

Phoebe was rendered speechless for a moment.

The doctor coughed. "Ms. Steward, please allow me to give you a checkup."

Before Phoebe could speak, Clarence strode out of the office.

She turned around and gazed at his receding figure, biting her bottom lip.

When Clarence walked out of the clinic, Stella was drinking a glass of soft drink while sitting on the bench, enjoying the sunshine happily.

He strode over and sat next to her. "Where did you get this?"

Stella answered, "Just now a handsome young man said I'm quite pretty, so he gave it to me for free."

Reaching out, he grabbed the drink from Stella's hand, lowered his head, and gulped down half of it.

Wait. Wait. What are you doing?

I'm thirsty.

Stella curled her mouth. "Did you go to buy some drinks just now?"

I've thrown them somewhere. Clarence looked at her. "Why did you come to sit here?"

Stella answered, "If I returned to the office, I would interrupt your conversation with your former fiancee."

Clarence licked his thin lips and whispered, "Still jealous?"

Stella snorted. "Who's jealous? I'm just considerate."

Amusement appeared in Clarence's black eyes. He raised his hand to rub her hair. "All right, my considerate Mrs. Conrad, do you still plan to sit here?" "Don't rub my hair. Be careful with my hairstyle!"

Stella waved his hand off, took out a small mirror, and tidied herself up.

She purposely made a hair according to an online video after getting up this morning.

The wretched man almost ruined it.

Clarence said, "You don't need to use the mirror. You are already pretty. Otherwise, why someone gave you the drink for free but no one cares about me?" Stella put down the mirror and snorted slightly. "Mr. Conrad, I'm afraid you can never experience being favored by others all your life."

After they only walked for a few minutes, they saw an old man with gray hair selling drinks in front of a cute van.

Clarence raised his eyebrows. "Is he the handsome young man you mentioned?"

She just wished him to shut up.

Stella wanted to buy the drink from him, but the old man said that the drinks from the van were provided by the club, so they were free for everyone. Clarence walked over and said, "Two glasses, please."

The old man bowed at them and got them the drinks.

Clarence slightly nodded, bent over, and took the drinks from his hands.

Watching the scene, Stella gradually curled up her lips into a smile.

Although everyone said that Clarence was self-righteous, arrogant, and reckless, he was always with good manners for the respectful ones.

On the contrary, those people who gave him such a comment were always with hypocritical benevolence and morality, but behind the scenes, they had exhausted all kinds of dirty means.

The Conrad family had never expected that the illegitimate child that they once trained to balance the pros and cons would have his own thoughts.

When he became uncontrollable, they hated and feared him.00000000

Chapter 319: Nothing to Do with Me

In the horse ranch, because of the accident just now, the manager dared not to let those rich people ride the horse again. Instead, he gathered all the horses together and started checking them up one after

another.

Vincent was quite idle, so he was standing there, watching the fun.

Others all heard that one of the horses almost bumped into someone, but they didn't know who was so unlucky. Seeing there was such a huge scene, they all stayed and waited for the result, although they couldn't ride the horse.

After Clarence and Stella walked over, the manager immediately came up to them and led them to the lounge. "Mr. Conrad, and... Mrs. Conrad, I'm sorry for the accident that happened in the club today. Your loss will be borne by our club."

That's not what I want to hear, said Clarence.

The manager wiped off the sweat on his forehead. "Yes. Yes. Mr. Conrad, you are right. The result came out... It was because a long nail was stabbed into the horse's butts. We are repairing the fence of the horse ranch this afternoon, but I don't know why the long nail was..."

Clarence said in a cold tone, "Do you want to tell me that the long nail stung itself into the horse? Or do you want to tell me the horse deliberately sat on the long nail?"

The manager's legs shook. He didn't know how to answer the question.

This incident was done by someone purposely.

However, people coming to this club were either rich or powerful, the manager didn't have the guts to offend anyone, and nor did he dare to make a guess.

It was fine if the horse was startled, but how unlucky that it ran towards them.

Clarence continued, "Who had been to the horse ranch this afternoon? Give me the name list."

The manager didn't dare to refuse at all. He went to find the registration form.

When seeing Phoebe's name on the registration form, Clarence wasn't surprised at all.

His face turned colder. "Where is Phoebe Steward?"

One of the employees answered, "Ms. Steward just came out from the clinic. She should have left the club and gone home."

Clarence looked up at him and said expressionlessly, "Call her back."

The manager didn't dare to provoke Phoebe at all. He stammered, "Mr. Conrad, well..."

Tell her, if she doesn't come back right now, I'll go to find Charles Steward in Steward Group tomorrow.

The manager became more nervous, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

In this case, he wouldn't offend Phoebe, because he only needed to pass Clarence's massage to her.

Stella kept silent when watching the scene.

A horse was startled suddenly, which could be an accident.

However, a long nail was found on the horse, which was done by someone purposely.

She didn't want to think that Phoebe was an evil woman. However, after the former incidents happened, she couldn't help but suspect Phoebe.

Or, in other words, except for the accident, nobody else would have done such things.

Phoebe didn't show up after half an hour.

She sat opposite Clarence and Stella with a cold look. "Did you want to see me? What's up?"

Clarence tossed the long nail that was found on the horse in front of her.

Phoebe looked down at it and asked in confusion, "What's this?"

Stella said, "A horse from the ranch was startled and attacked people. It was taken out from its butts."

Phoebe smiled, "Ms. Radomil, what are you talking about? What do I have to do with the startled horse?"

As she spoke, she looked over at Clarence, "Did you call me back because of this?"

Clarence remained calm. "Of course not."

Then for what? Clarence, you threatened me on the phone. If you can't give me a persuasive reason, I'm afraid that someone deliberately wants to make a fuss. When she was saying the last few words, she cast Stella a glance intentionally and unintentionally.

Clarence asked, "You said you were injured just now. Where did you get hurt?"

Phoebe's expression changed slightly when hearing the question. She didn't answer.

Clarence continued, "If not mistaken, you went to the clinic to ensure if it was Stella or me who got injured, didn't you?"

Phoebe soon calmed down. "I don't know what you are talking about. I went for a checkup in the clinic because I got injured. I don't think it's necessary to tell you my privacy." "I can ask the doctor if you are truly injured or not."

Phoebe looked more annoyed. "What do you mean? I'm not a criminal interrogated by you. Clarence, I..."

Clarence interrupted her, "You should know more clearly than I do about what you've done."

Phoebe burst into laughter and looked over at the woman sitting next to him. "Ms. Radomil, is this how you always talking about me in Clarence's presence."

Stella was suddenly cued by her. She smiled and said, "Ms. Steward, you reacted pretty fast indeed."

Phoebe could switch from one subject to another.

Phoebe said, "If I don't react soon, I'll bear the slander by you. Ms. Radomil, I used to want to friend with you truly before. As you promised, you will leave Clarence alone and won't want to be in touch with him. How about now?"

Ms. Steward, only you know if you truly wanted to friend with me or you approached me with some purposes.

Ms. Radomil, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would I have to approach you with purposes? At that time, you are just a disgusted ex-wife. What could I get from you?

Ms. Steward, what you've done and you are doing are all your acts of revenge because your engagement has been called off, aren't they? If so, you are not comparable to me, the ex-wife. At least I'm doing things aboveboard, and I dare to take the blame for what I've done. What about you, Ms. Steward?

Although Phoebe always mocked her for the fact that she was Clarence's ex-wife, Stella didn't care. She could retort Phoebe, couldn't she?

Vincent and other idle rich men wanted to come in and join the fun. When they arrived at the door of the lounge, they heard the women's argument. Immediately, they left.

The war between women was way too horrible.

Phoebe sneered. "I wondered how aboveboard you could be since you married him with the excuse of your fake pregnancy."

Ms. Steward, didn't you use fewer means?

Clarence slightly rubbed his temple with two fingers, feeling a migraine.

Right then, the manager standing aside couldn't bear it any longer. He was afraid that there would be a fierce fight the next second. He asked in a frightening voice, "Ms. Steward, Mrs... Mrs. Conrad, shall we continue talking about the accident that happened now?"

Phoebe said with a cold look, "I've told you it has nothing to do with me. What should I say?"

Clarence said indifferently, "The fence of the horse ranch is being repaired today. To ensure the project's progress, cameras have been installed to video the process. Do you want me to disclose the video clip to the media, or do you want to admit it now?"

Phoebe probably had never expected it. Her expression was stiffened for a moment. She didn't utter a word.

She knew the fence was being prepared. Hence, she took out a long nail when others didn't pay attention.

Right then, she was fully focused on Stella, so she didn't pay attention to anything else.

Hence, when Clarence mentioned that the repairing progress was videoed, she couldn't be sure if it was true or not.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

Chapter 320: New Generation of Kitchen Killer

If it was fake, Clarence lied to her and wanted herself to expose. If she admitted it, she would fall into his trap.

However, if what he said was true, Phoebe knew that Clarence could have the heart to send the video clips to the media. He didn't care about anyone's dignity, let alone that he was against Steward Group

now.

Steward Group had become a target now. Once the video clip was leaked, the loss caused and the impact on her wouldn't be estimated.

Seeing that she was silent, Clarence added, "Why? Ms. Steward, you are always proud and think highly of yourself. You dared to do it but you dare not to admit it, do you?"

After a few seconds, Phoebe inhaled and sat upright. "Yes. I've done it. But, even I stabbed the long nail into the horse, I didn't have any way to control the horse to hurt others. Animals are spiritual. As the target to be attacked, Ms. Radomil, don't you do a self-reflection? There are so many people in this club, but why did the horse only rush to you?"

It was the first time that Stella encountered such a cunning woman like Phoebe who could make a false countercharge.

Instead of getting angry, Stella smiled. "Ms. Steward, do you also mean that since City N is so big, but Bernice young only made the trouble to me because I deserved it?"

After a pause, she added, "By the way, Ms. Steward. I forgot to tell you. She survived the car accident. She woke up last week and was transferred to the general intensive care unit a few days ago. Her consciousness was quite clear and she told your car plate number without any mistake."

Upon hearing it, not only Phoebe, but Clarence also looked over at her. He raised his brows at Stella as if he asked why she hadn't told him such information.

It wasn't that Stella didn't want to tell him. She just didn't have any chance to mention it.

She had been bustle and hustle recently.

If it weren't that the incident happened today, she would find a more suitable occasion to tell him about it.

Phoebe pressed her lips tightly, clenching her hands on the knees. She had never expected that Stella could have caught her on such a big matter.

Stella smiled gently. "Ms. Steward, please don't worry. I won't tell others about this matter. After all, we'll become a family soon. If things you've done were exposed, you wouldn't be the only one who got impacted. Steward Group would be impacted, too. In that case, the loss outweighs the gain to me."

Phoebe suddenly stood up and strode away.

After she was gone, Stella's smile gradually faded away.

The manager said, "Mr... Mr. Conrad, I'm leaving now..." "Okay."

Soon, only Clarence and Stella were left in the lounge.

Clarence leaned against the sofa, stretching his arm behind her. "I've never known that you are so good at threatening others."

Oh, I'm not so competent as you, Mr. Conrad. You even could make lies of the videos.

Clarence curled up his lips. "That means we are a perfect match."

This wretched man couldn't stop flirting with her. How disgusting!

Clarence said, "You've caught her on those two matters, so she would be restrained a lot after you moved into the Steward's. But you still must be alert to Charles Steward." Stella slightly nodded. "I know."

Since she would move into the Steward's alone, how could she be unprepared at all?

After walking out of the lounge, Stella saw that it was getting dark outside. It was until then did she realize how much time they had wasted.

Due to this incident, they even didn't have a chance to eat the food she prepared last night.

It seemed that the day should end here.

She could only bring the food back home.

After sitting in the car, Stella found that Clarence didn't drive in the direction back home. Instead, he drove all the way to the suburbia.

She turned to ask him, "Aren't we going home?"

Clarence answered, "Our date hasn't started yet. Why would we go home?"

Stella was puzzled.

She wondered what they were doing the whole afternoon in that case.

She didn't insist on asking him thought. They were out anyway. If they went home now, there was nothing to do except for having dinner and sleep.

It would be better to take this chance to relax.

After half an hour, the car parked on the seashore.

Stella didn't expect that Clarence would take her here. After being taken aback for a moment, she had a bright smile.

Clarence unfastened the seat belt. He got off and opened the rear door, taking the lunch boxes out. "Let's roll."

Stella followed him to walk forward. After walking for a distance, she found that they arrived at a flat area nearby the sea, which was decorated deliberately. Warm-colored light belts were wrapping around the pergolas. The ground was covered with a layer of roses. Two cushions were put at the back. There were also a bottle of wine and two goblets. The scene looked romantic and warm.

It looked like a perfect place for dating indeed.

She never thought that the wretched man could treat it so seriously.

After sitting down, Stella opened the lunch boxes one after another. When seeing the miserable shapes of the food, she paused a bit.

Clarence coughed. "It's not important how they look like. As long as they are tasty."

Stella closed her eyes, trying to keep smiling. "Mr. Conrad, you'd better stay away from the kitchen in the future."

She didn't understand -- the food was quite neat when she put it on the plates.

He just moved the food into the lunch boxes, but the food became so miserable.

He must be the new generation of kitchen killers.

Clarence frowned unhappily. "Are you disdaining me?"

Not really. I'm just giving you a suggestion from the bottom of my heart.

Clarence wasn't in the mood to argue with her. He opened the wine bottle and filled the goblets with wine.

After experiencing what happened in the afternoon, Stella was starved. She picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. Seeing that Clarence stared at her without a blink, she picked up a sushi roll at random and pressed it into his mouth.

Much to her surprise, before her fingers were withdrawn, the man gently bit them.

Stella felt her hand numb and tickled. She blushed. "What are you doing?"

Clarence swallowed the sushi and answered, "A response to you."

What kind of response was it?

Then Stella decided to take care of herself when eating, ignoring him completely.

When she was munching, she looked around the view of the area.

The sea at night wasn't as magnificent, blue, and clear as that in the daytime, but it had different scenery under the reflection of the distant lighthouse.

She raised her head and suddenly found that stars were twinkling in the night sky.

It seemed that it would be a pleasant day tomorrow.

Stella poked Clarence with her elbow, looking quite delighted. "Mr. Conrad, look! So many stars. How beautiful!" Clarence looked at her and said slowly, "La stella accanto a me è più bella. (The star next to me is more beautiful.)" Stella was fully concentrated in the sky, so she didn't hear what he spoke. Subconsciously, she asked, "Pardon?" "Nothing." Clarence handed her a goblet. "You haven't drunk enough last night, have you? Let me drink with you tonight.” Stella withdrew her gaze. "When did I tell you that I didn't drink enough? I just didn't get drunk."

Clarence curled up his thin lips into a smile. "Not drunk means not enough, doesn't it?"

She wondered what kind of false reason it was.000000000☐☐