Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again
Chapter 82: What Do You Think, Ms. Radomil
The banquet was reserved in a famous restaurant that sold the local specialties. When Stella arrived downstairs, she saw Alexander who was waiting for her at the entrance.
She looked over and Alexander also saw her. Waving at her, he said, “Stella, over here.”
Stella walked over. “I’m sorry, but there was traffic on the way. I’m a bit late.”
Alexander rubbed his head shyly as if he still felt a bit embarrassed for what happened last night. “It’s alright. Mr. Conrad hasn’t arrived yet. It’s cold outside. Let’s get in.”
Alexander took Stella to a private box, in which there were a few managers from his company, who were all senior executives. Alexander introduced Stella to them one after another.
After the introduction, Alexander’s direct manager said with a smile, “I’ve heard Alex mention you a lot of times, Ms. Radomil. You are really gorgeous.” As he spoke, he patted Alexander on the shoulders and whispered in his ear, “How lucky you are!”
Alexander smiled shyly.
Other executives might have heard Stella’s name as well, so they started echoing and praising Alexander, putting on a lot of good words for him.
In such a circumstance, Stella couldn’t retort for the sake of their dignities. Moreover, she had made it clear to Alexander last night. Hence, she echoed, “Yeah. Mr. Hans is a nice man.”
As soon as she finished her words, the private box suddenly quieted down.
Alexander’s direct manager rushed over to the door of the box. “Good evening, Mr. Conrad.”
Stella was speechless.
Other executives also followed over and greeted Clarence.
Clarence responded to them indifferently. Finally, he gazed at Stella.
One of the executives said, “Mr. Conrad, this is Stella, living in Anqiao Street. She’s also Alex’s neighbor.”
Clarence hummed. Then he bypassed her and walked into the box.
The executive coughed and followed him. “Mr. Conrad, please sit here.”
Next to
was sitting next
Alexander noticed that Stella almost didn’t eat anything, so he kept picking up food for her.
raised her head and
picked up another dish for her. “This is good, too.
if it was an illusion, Stella could feel a cold gaze on her. She didn’t feel
head, she could only see Clarence talking business with a man
for her illusion that Clarence was gazing at her. She must
said, “Alex, you can’t only take
he sounded like blaming Alexander,
sorry. Please allow me to
some reason, they started making
there, feeling too bored to keep
“Stella, come on. Let’s
returned to her senses, only to find a man opposite her was talking to her. She was about to speak, Alexander chimed
everyone had drunk a lot, the man was a bit drunk. He said, “Gee, what’s so fun to drink with a
raised his glass, Stella said gently, “I’m
the men at the dining table exchanged glances with each other. Only Clarence was sitting there
help but mumble, “Is she pregnant? Alex is
I drink the
them could insist. The box
sounded out. “Mr. Hans, I
it, Stella almost sprayed the tea from her
suddenly the business tycoon cued him. Immediately, he nodded. “Yes, Mr. Conrad. But
their students must be the selfless and generous pillars of the state who make a lot of
nervous, so he didn’t sense anything wrong in his words. He misunderstood that Clarence was praising him. He said shyly, “I’m so flattered,
the goblet in front of him. “Please don’t be so modest. You
couldn’t find her
the wretched man would
Hans is young and outstanding. Of course,
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