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.

City N, the engagement of each and every one

one holding the key of the

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

matter what went down in the middle of the plan, he would somehow able to steer things into

final outcome and Clarence’s

collaborator would induce fear in

his celebratory mood at this point. He came up

“Should we make our move

he was holding a glass of wine. He said without rushing, “No need for that. The way things are developing now, it’s in our favor. Furthermore, our cooperation is still in effect. That man hasn’t got what

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

are all said and done, he suddenly turns back

nonchalant smile, “Darnell James is not a pushover in any sense of the word. When they grapple with each other and both suffer damage, that is when I can

a cigar and narrowed her eyes, “If you never told him the truth seven years ago, there is no way we could enjoy

simply smiled as a response and he raised his glass and gulped

…

at the Berlin airport, it was precisely

exited from the airport, a man came up

ask Stella, “Are you hungry? Shall we

good. Where

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

going Semporna

before we go there, there’s a place I want

“Okay.”

they headed to

some food on the plane before

getting served. Stella happened to

enjoying the food, she couldn’t help

was that there were beds available.

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

put her hand

Semporna or whatever it was,

were going now was their

Clarence asked her to look for a vacation spot, after some