Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

When they reached the airport, Stella finally realized what Clarence had meant when he said that they could depart anytime they wanted.

He asked one of the workers in the airport, “What’s the destination of the flight that is going to depart the soonest?”

The worker replied, “It’s headed to Ireland. The plane is checking in and about to fly.”

“Here, this way.”

The worker acknowledged them and led them into the VIP lane.

Stella was walking alongside Clarence. She whispered, “Aren’t we going to Semporna?”

Clarence’s lips curled a bit, but he continued to hold her hand, saying nothing.

Behind here, there were a few tourists who recognized them. They all took out their phones to take photos.

In just half an hour, a news headline popped up—

#Conrad Group Ex-President Taking His fiancée To Vacation In Ireland. The loving couples are holding hands in the airport, getting all romantci!#

…

At the same time, in a hotel.

Jon put down his phone and chuckled, “I can’t believe that Clarence is willing to let go of the Conrad Group just like that and let it fall into other’s hands.”

Freya was swirling a glass of wine in her hand. After taking a sip, she remarked slowly, “To be able to make this decision so easily, this is indeed something out of our calculation. It seems that all of our efforts in the past is going to waste.”

“Although we are always sure of our goal and have been sticking to our plan, who would think that he would really give up on the Conrad Group. This move of his is indeed unexpected.”

While the two of them were chatting, Caesar was standing by a bed, and he was smoking a cigar. He blew out a ring of smoke, and his eyes were half-closed.

After some time, he only turned around and joined in, “You guys indeed didn't expect him to do this, because in your eyes, Conrad is always hard to deal with. Only those who really understand him can design this trap effectively. All of the calculations would have been within his grasp.”

The moment he said that, Freya and Jon stopped talking. Their initially relaxed expression was now grim.

It seemed that their collaborator here wouldn’t be such an easy pushover.

and back to City N, the engagement of each and every one of them was

deny that the one holding the key of the

plan in silence. He was composed, cool and calculating to the degree that it was

of the plan,

and Clarence’s decision was within

would induce fear

have lost his celebratory mood at this point. He

at Caesar, “Should we make our

that. The way things are developing now, it’s in our favor.

he said that, Caesar stressed his words, “We all

when things are all said and done, he suddenly turns back

James is not a pushover in any sense of the word. When they grapple with each other and both suffer

eyes, “If you never told him the truth seven years

and he raised his glass and gulped down all of his

…

at the Berlin airport, it was precisely eight at night. The

from the airport, a man came up to them,

and turned to ask Stella, “Are you hungry? Shall

Where

you’re not hungry, let’s just eat in the plane

going

will. But before we go there, there’s a

“Okay.”

later, they headed to New

the

getting served. Stella

three hours. After enjoying the food,

of a private plane was that there were beds available.

eyes, Clarence cuddled around her and whispered. He sounded somewhat apologetic, “We are taking some detour. By the time you wake up, we will be

some response and put her hand on his waist, “Got

whatever it was, it was just a

they were going

they were going to Semporna. It was just that when Clarence asked her to look for a vacation spot, after some researching she simply