Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Samuel looked at him, “Mr. Atwood, this is Ms. Radomil， the person in charge of our company."

Christian pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose upwards and said, “That's weird. The head of the Steward Group is surnamed Radomil. You seem to be in your twenties. Do you have the ability to manage the entire Steward Group?"

When Samuel wanted to say something, Stella stopped him and said to Christian, “Age doesn’t have too much to do with ability. I think you’re not young anymore, but it seems like the head on your neck is just a decoration."

Christian pondered her words for a moment before he understood what she meant, and immediately pulled a long face, “You..."

Donald couldn't help laughing. He stepped forward and stood in front of Christian, hooking his neck and pulled him to the side, “Don't be angry oh don't be angry. She’s just a girl and she has a bad temper."

Christian looked at him with dissatisfaction, “Who are you?"

"I? I’m a lawyer."

Christian instantly became vigilant, “Who asked you guys to come here and what do you want to do?"

With that, he said to Samuel, “I want to see Mr. Bernard? Where is he?"

Samuel replied, “Mr. Atwood, I told you just now that Ms. Radomil is the head of the Steward Group, and she is solely responsible for this matter."

Christian snorted, “I have always been directly contacted with Mr. Bernard. I don’t know who Ms. Radomil is or who the person in charge of your company is. What's more, it has been Mr. Bernard to follow this matter... Anyway, I will only negotiate with Mr. Bernard. It's useless for anyone to come except him."

Stella abruptly interrupted him, “You will only negotiate with him?"

"Didn’t I make it clear enough..."

"Are you the victim? What do you want to negotiate with him? Do you want to negotiate on how to minimize the harm of this accident? Or on how to cover up your disgusting crime with the least cost? Or on how to continue to threaten the victim?”

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so, we can spread this news

smiled, “That’s true. But the one who should be punished

shifted the blame to several high-level executives. Oh, what do you plan to do now? Do you want to

to Stella, “Ms. Radomil, this person is a rascal, just

glanced at the closed bedroom door behind her, sat on the sofa, and said in a flat tone, “Okay,

at her wristwatch, “Hurry up. I'll be off

was not bluffing him. He suddenly lost his courage. He coughed, slightly straightened his back, smoothed his shirt, “I didn’t mean to call

said to Samuel,

and immediately

the call was answered, Samuel gave the

head and sucked up to him, “Mr. Bernard, Mr. Bernard, it's me, Christian of YD Advertising.

dinner with you? Do I know you? I warn you, don't try to fabricate our

he hung

froze with the phone in

face, Stella looked at him quietly, “Well, do you need me

forward and took the

“Are you really from the Steward

reply, her

me what do you plan to deal with this matter? You must have heard it just now. I tried my best to persuade her, but she didn’t give a shit about it and insisted on calling the police. You’re

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accident, and I just managed to contact

negotiated on

and hesitated in