Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

In the late night, the rain became bigger and bigger. Browsing the news on the Internet, Modesty felt so bothered.

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, she got off the car and quickly walked towards the hotel with an umbrella.

She used the umbrella to hide her face all the way and even didn’t close it in the life.

Standing in front of the room and Arthur told her before, Modesty reached out to press the doorbell.

The door was opened soon. Arthur only wrapped his lower body with a bath towel. When seeing Modesty, he said with evil intention, “Nice. You arrive so quickly.”

Modesty looked at him coldly, “What the hell do you want?”

Arthur studied her from top to toe and said, “Come in first. How boring it will be if we just stand here.”

Modesty only closed the umbrella after walking into the room. She put it in a corner.

Arthur walked towards the wine cabinet while saying, “Take a seat.”

Modesty had been landing her gaze on him when she sat down on the sofa in the living room.

After a short wine, Arthur walked over with two glasses of red wine and put one of them in front of Modesty, “No matter what, I have to congratulate you for winning the championship.”

When speaking, Arthur picked up the glass of red wine for Modesty.

Modesty knitted her brows. Suppressing the disgust and hatred in her heart, she took the glass from Arthur and took a sip under his gaze.

Arthur looked at her with satisfaction.

Modesty put the glass on the table, “You can tell me how much you want. I will try my best to satisfy you.”

“Nope.” Arthur raised his chin and gulped down the red wine in his glass. He then sat beside Modesty, “If what I want is money, I won’t ask you to come here. Ms. Barton has a lot of money. I ask you here to talk about our private affair.”

When speaking, he put his hand on Modesty’s thigh.

Modesty abruptly stood up, “Behave yourself!”

expression and said coldly, “You come to my room, and

“I come here because…”

felt her surroundings

sofa, Arthur curled his

out the fruit knife and uncontrollably

he chuckled, “Oh, seems you come here with some preparation.

even finding it difficult to maintain her

her knife effortlessly and pressed her onto the sofa violently,

struggled out of the instinct, but when she felt the sharp pain

could only hear the man’s

ground, casually grabbed a cloth to cover

eyes and lit a

speaking, he threw a phone to Modesty, “The evidence is in

great force. She didn’t

It doesn’t matter to me. But you’re different. It was not easy for you to win the championship of the Young Designers’ Contest.

a long time, and then

left, Arthur said, “Rest assured. As long as you can come to me whenever I call you, I won’t disclose this

Her hands that were placed on both sides were clenched into fists, yet she

laughter

Modesty didn’t come back to the house that she was living in now. Instead, she came back to the old house,

was pouring with rain and the alley, which had always been water logged, was

along the alley. Her shoes and

the door with great force. But the only reply she got was

neighbor. An old man, aged around seventy years old, wobbled out of his home.

turned around and asked furiously, “Where

sick several days ago and was sent the hospital, yet he hasn’t come back since then.

“What about Adolph?”

back again either after sending your father to the

the words, the old

angrier and angrier. She landed a hard kick on the flowerpot. The flowerpot hit the wall and broke into pieces. The plant in the flowerpot was covered by

heard the loud sound. He shook his

Adolph’s home, trying to find out some clues about