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.”

good life. How could I know she was an ungrateful woman? She doesn’t want to give me a penny at all. I

even you could get the money but you are unable to spend

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

snorted, “You

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

“What

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

murderous light flashing

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 got the money, I'll split it with him. Anyone smart would like to do

long as you said

“The evidence is in my wife’s graveyard. 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

dead, “One more question, if you answer me, I’ll give you whatever

“Let alone just one question, even if

father of

he had heard a joke. The scars on his face became more ferocious, “Of course I

asked, “Are

enough for me to answer this question.” Jeffrey showed him another number with his fingers,

speak again. He left with

Looking at Charles’s receding figure, he yelled, “Turn

door of the warehouse responded to

drag his broken leg to

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

in his

he cured about this

lie. Just now, he said he had told Adolph the secret, 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

...

drank a glass of water,

afternoon until now, she hadn’t

find the ingredients that she had bought last

decided to make do