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

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

“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 my best to find better

“You are quite

long as I got the money, I’ll be like a dead person

calm, “What secret

the warehouse. His smile became creepy, “You are not Charles Steward. Even if you

squinted, a murderous light flashing

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. But, If I

you as long

wife would marry me one day. Hahaha... When I die, I’ll tell him about it. I look forward to seeing his expression. It

at him as if he was looking at something dead, “One more question, if you answer me, I’ll give you whatever

just one question, even if you ask me a hundred,

is the father of

hearing it, Jeffrey looked as if he had heard a joke.

asked, “Are

to answer this question.” Jeffrey showed him another number with

didn’t speak again. He left with a

Looking at Charles’s receding figure,

closing the door of the warehouse responded

could only drag his broken leg to turn

the crack of the door, only

in

cured

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

...

Stella drank a glass of water, feeling

now, she

opened the fridge, only to find the ingredients that she had

decided to make do