Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Meanwhile, the Stewards’ Mansion.

Charles received a call from his subordinate, who reported that Stella had gone to Clarence’s apartment. He asked them to keep an eye on her.

After hanging up the phone, Charles peered out of the window. He stood up, walked out of the study, and sat in the car that was parked in the garden.

The place where Jeffrey was locked up was a warehouse that was not far away from the Stewards’ Mansion. In the past, it was used to store some old junk. In the recent few years, it was abandoned. Usually, no one would pass by this place. Hence, after Adolph had run away, Charles moved Jeffery here.

In the warehouse, Jeffery was lying on a single bed. Not far from him, a movie was played on an old TV.

It wasn’t a messy place nor a clean one.

Food junks and newspapers were everywhere on the table and the floor.

Occasionally, a cleaner would come to clean up.

With his broken leg on the bed, Jeffrey was humming a song in leisure as if he didn’t feel upset about being locked up here at all.

Shortly after, the door of the compartment was open. The slight of the street lamps fell in.

Jeffrey suddenly sat up, squinting at the person who entered.

Charles walked into the warehouse, and his bodyguard behind him immediately turned on the light.

Jeffrey could hardly open his eyes in the dazzling light. Raising his arm, he blocked it.

Charles cast a glance at his bodyguard, and the latter understood. He turned around, left, and closed the door of the warehouse.

Charles walked to Jeffrey, sitting on the sofa opposite, “Have you made up your mind?”

Jeffrey giggled. His fingers rubbed and made a posture to mean the money, “Haven’t I told you? As long as you could give me this much money, I’ll answer whatever you want to ask.”

“You are quite greedy.”

and could lead a good life. How could I know she was an ungrateful woman? She doesn’t want to give

slowly, “Aren’t you afraid even you could get the money but you are unable to spend

“I don’t care. Just give me the money. Even if I’ll die, I must die with the money in my arms. I’ll try

“You are

have something for you. As long as I got the money, I’ll be like a dead person and vanish in front of you. I’ll never show up in front of you again. If you don’t give it to me,

calm, “What secret

under the dim yellow light of the warehouse. His smile became creepy, “You are not Charles Steward. Even if you are trying your best to imitate him, you are not

light flashing through his

you, I’m not afraid you will kill me. As for the man who has escaped a few days ago, you should still remember him. I’ve already told him about this secret. Once I died, he would disclose this secret in public.

you as long

evidence.” Jeffrey grinned, “The evidence is in my wife’s graveyard. Charles Steward had never expected that his wife would marry me one

something dead, “One

“Let alone just one question, even if you ask me a hundred, I’ll

father of

looked as if he had heard a joke. The scars on his face became

“Are

him another number with his fingers, “Give

again. He left with a

the bed. Looking at Charles’s receding figure, he yelled, “Turn off the

the sound of closing the door

only drag his broken leg to turn off the

of the door, only to find that Charles sat in the

spat in his

cured about

which was fake. He even believed that he couldn’t make as much money as he expected. How would he be willing to split it with another

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the apartment, Stella drank a glass of

until now, she hadn’t eaten

find the ingredients that

make do