Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

In the CEO’s office, Conrad Group…

Clarence opened the Kraft paper envelope and pulled out the documents from it. After a few glances, he tossed them on the tea table.

Shortly after, there was a knock on the door.

Nathan said, “Mr. Conrad, all the directors are gone.”

Clarence hummed to answer. Then he added, “Keep an eye on them. Dempsey won’t give up.”

“Yes, Mr. Conrad.”

Now Dempsey’s movements were too obvious. In other words, it had reached the critical moment for them to seize the power. Any unexpected incident would change the ultimate result of this matter.

As soon as Nathan walked out of the office, the manager of the security department rushed over, “Excuse me, Nathan. Something happened.”

“What’s wrong?”

The manager pulled out his phone and showed Nathan a clip of the surveillance video.

It was filmed by a camera outside the entrance of Conrad Group, which was far away from the entrance but with a wide-angle lens. Although they couldn’t recognize the people’s faces, Nathan recognized Stella’s outfit with a single glimpse as well as Jeffrey, who had been wandering about downstairs several times with his bandaged head.

Nathan couldn’t care too much. Grabbed the phone, he rushed back into the CEO’s office.

Clarence looked up impatiently. When he was about to speak, Nathan said hurriedly, “Mr. Conrad, Mrs. Conrad was taken away by Jeffrey Radomil.”

Clarence’s face went cold instantly. He stood up and strode outward of his office, “When did it happen?”

“Ten minutes ago.”

“Send our men to look for them. Go check on the places Jeffrey Radomil often goes to. One by one!” Clarence tightened his chin, his voice arctic cold, “Especially Twilight Club. If anyone sees Jeffrey Radomil, keep him in control.”

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adhesive tape and tied up her hands with cloth strips. He said, “My good girl, don’t blame me. You are the more ruthless one. If you didn’t deceive me to meet Adolph Miller, I wouldn’t be beaten up by them so violently. I was almost dead. But, rest assured, I’m not so heartless as you. I’ve

got off the car, Adolph was waiting for

latter asked, “Have

his hands and said

he spoke, he glanced over in the car,

his gaze. Through the window, he saw a

is worth more than a million,

with a frown, “You are playing

with one hand. He whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ve contacted the buyer. He’s in the hotel nearby. When he gives me the money later, I’ll give it

met such a father like you. If you declared that she’s

Why couldn't she be my daughter? She wasn’t so lucky to be born in a family, but instead, she

Adolph looked away, snorting.

buyer he contacted had arrived at the hotel, asking him

while nodding and bowing. After hanging up the phone, he said to Adolph again, “Look. I’ll have the money soon. If you help me take her

it. I’m not interested

at all, “I give you such a chance for the sake that we’ve known each

door of the car and dragged

expressionlessly, her eyes full of

gaze, grounding out the cigarette butt with the sole

too unlucky to

quiet without making any fuss. He felt less uneasy. He also didn’t think she looked quite decent in such a status, so he tore off

cunning man, Jeffrey was afraid that Stella would run away, so he didn’t untie the cloth strings that were used to

lobby of the hotel, Stella, who was always quiet, suddenly asked the receptionist for help, which startled Jeffrey. Immediately, he dragged Stella back and explained with a smile, “She’s my daughter. She’s mentally

Stella while whispering in her ear, “Stop playing those tricks. You won’t be able to escape tonight no matter what. Behave yourself. If

was not her business had made Stella give up totally. The hotel was opened

sneered, “Have you