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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mouth with the 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

Jeffrey got off the car, Adolph was waiting for him

latter asked, “Have you brought the

his hands and said cheekily, “Sure.

he glanced over in the car, “There it

his gaze. Through the window, he saw a pair of pretty and

daughter is worth more than a

said with a frown, “You are

is my daughter. Shouldn’t she pay my debt for me?” Jeffrey approached him and covered his face 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

a father like you. If you declared that she’s your daughter, I’m

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

Adolph looked away, snorting.

buyer he contacted had arrived at the hotel, asking him to take

said to Adolph again, “Look. I’ll have the money soon. If you

interested to take such

sake that we’ve known each other

car and dragged Stella out, “Come

him expressionlessly,

grounding out the cigarette butt with the

was way too unlucky

gate of the hotel, Jeffrey noticed that Stella was quiet without making any fuss. He felt less uneasy. He also didn’t think

that Stella would run away, so he didn’t untie the cloth strings that were used

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

tonight no matter what. Behave yourself. If you pissed them off, I don’t think they wouldn’t

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

Stella sneered, “Have you truly treated me as