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

the one holding the key

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

middle of the plan, he

outcome and Clarence’s decision was within

a collaborator would

have lost his celebratory mood at this point. He came up with an excuse

“Should we make our

wine. He said without rushing, “No need for that. The way things are developing now, it’s in our favor. Furthermore,

“We all are going

things are all said and

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

told him the truth seven years ago, there is no way we could

smiled as a response and he raised his glass and gulped down all of

…

it was precisely eight at

exited from the airport, a man came up to

Stella, “Are you hungry?

“I’m good. Where are

Zealand.” Clarence answered, “If you’re not hungry, let’s just

going

before we go there, there’s a place I want to take you

“Okay.”

later, they headed to New Zealand

on the

plethora of food getting served. Stella happened to

had flied for three hours. After enjoying the food, she couldn’t

there were beds

closed her eyes, Clarence cuddled around her and whispered. He sounded somewhat apologetic, “We are taking some detour. By

her hand on his waist, “Got

was, it was just

going

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