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.”

money-losing proposition since her childhood. Finally, 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

slowly, “Aren’t you afraid even you could get the money

don’t care. Just give me the money. Even if I’ll die, I must die with the money

“You are quite

As long as you give me the money, everything will be fine.” Jeffrey added, “You won’t suffer a loss. Besides, I still 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, you can’t

remained calm, “What secret

face, which was burned by the fire, twisted under the dim yellow light of the warehouse. His smile became creepy, “You are not Charles Steward. Even if you

a murderous light flashing through his

me. As for the man who has escaped a few days ago, you should still remember him. I’ve already told him about this

you as long as you said I’m

Charles Steward had never expected that his wife would marry me one day. Hahaha... When I die, I’ll tell him about it. I look forward to seeing

at him as if he was looking at something dead, “One more question, if

even if you

the father of Stella’s younger

heard a joke. The scars on his face became

asked, “Are you

Jeffrey showed him another number with his fingers, “Give me this amount as an

again. He left

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

sound of closing the door of the

could only drag his broken leg to turn off the

the crack of the door, only to find that Charles sat in the car and

in his

cured about this

the secret, which was fake. He even believed that he

...

to the apartment, Stella drank a glass of water, feeling

the afternoon until now, she hadn’t eaten

only to find the ingredients that she had

decided to make do