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.”

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

get the money but you

die, I must die with the money in my arms. I’ll

snorted, “You

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

calm, “What

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

murderous light flashing through his

him about

as long as you said

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

up, looking at him as if he was looking at something dead,

“Let alone just one question, even

father of Stella’s younger

joke. The scars on his face

“Are you

isn’t enough for me to answer this question.” Jeffrey showed him another number with his fingers, “Give me this amount

again. He left with

the bed. Looking at Charles’s receding figure, he

the sound of closing the door of the warehouse

leg to turn

of the door, only to find that Charles

in

cured about this

which was fake. He

...

to the apartment, Stella drank

the afternoon until now,

the ingredients

decided to make do with