Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Freya raised her eyebrows, flickering the ash, “Mr. Barret, I agree with you. You and Clarence Conrad are two birds of a feather. However...”

Chassell asked, “However?”

“However, you are a crow, but he’s an eagle.”

Before Chassell blew up, Frey continued talking business, “Please don’t be mad, Mr. Barret. I’m not here deliberately making fun of you. You’ve underestimated Clarence Conrad. Mr. Barret, since you plan to gain cooperation with Conrad Group alone, you should be fully prepared, right? I promise our cooperation could provide you with the highest profit.”

Chassell squinted at her. After a moment of silence, he said, “I can work with you, but I have to conditions.”

“Tell me, please.”

“I want seventy per cent of the project profit,” said Chassell.

Freya smiled, “It’s not a problem. How about the other condition?”

Chassell answered, “I want to meet your boss.”

Freya’s smile was stiffened, fading away gradually.

Chassell knocked on the desk with his pen, “Why? Since we’ll cooperate, does the person behind you still want to hide?”

“That’s not the case. His identification is quite special. We’re afraid it would bring you unnecessary trouble, Mr. Barret,” Freya explained.

“Do I look like I’ve never experienced any trouble before?” Chassell said and put down the pen. He leaned against the back of his chair, “If you even can’t agree to such a condition to show your sincerity, I don’t think we must cooperate. I can look for another sincere partner.”

Freya put out the cigarette butt, “All right. I fully understand what you mean, Mr. Barret. I’ll pass your message to my boss.”

“I look forward to your good news, then.”

Out of Chassell’s company, Freya went back to the hotel.

Caesar asked, “What did he say?”

“He wants to see you. Or he wouldn’t work with us.”

Caesar curled up his lips into a smile, “Of course, he wants to save himself another way out.’

you want to meet

on the sofa, said, “I remember he has a private jewellery

up a cigar, “It seems so. His mother used to be a jewellery collector. She has collected a lot of jewellery.

public and invite people from all walks of life to see the exhibition.

“What’s your plan?”

with them as well. We can’t approach them by normal means. Instead, we

see. I’ll reply

their

he said yes and

an invitation card

asked in curiosity,

“It seemed to be a private collector who wants to put his jewellery collection to a public exhibition. A lot of

“That’s a good thing.

are always like this. When they are idle, they will show

did you know so

often invited his friends to appreciate his collected paintings and antiques. Those things fully occupied our

were shocked, exchanging a

to be rich. Wealth meant

“Will you go,

“I haven’t decided yet.”

inspiration had dried out. She often had no idea what she was

jewellery exhibition with a few pieces of

a closer look at

staying in the office all day long. It’s

checked the time on the invitation card. It would be on Saturday, two

in agreement,

expectantly, “May I

said, “Sure. Come

in my belly has

You should take a rest at home at

evening, Stella told Clarence

hummed gently, “Buy the jewellery you like.

curled up her lips into a smile, “That’s