Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

At that moment, more angry-looking security guards gathered around. With electric batons in their hands, one of them yelled, “Hey! You over there! Stop playing deaf! Let go of her, this is your final warning!”

Seeing the raging guards rapidly approaching him, Chassell frowned, and in the split second that he was distracted, Winnie broke free of his grasp and got away from him.

Chassell wanted to pounce forward to grab his newly escaped prey. However, the guards were not very happy about it as they seized him and snapped, “It’s you! You've been sneaking around here for days, haven't you? What little scheme are you planning? Scram, scumbag!”

Chassell’s face was dark enough to give the gloomy day a run for its money. He snarled, “Do you know who I am?”

“Fuck if I care! Scums like you disgust me to the core. You think that the world is spinning around you just because you've got a few more pennies in your pocket! You’re just a beast dressed in fancy suits!”

“How dare…”

“Shut up you prick! Do us a favor and get the fuck outta here before we call the police!”

Chassell was outnumbered and being someone that he was, being detained by the police was the last thing that he wanted. He fixed his collar, let out a cold ‘hmph’, and said to Winnie, “This ain’t over yet, I’ll get you back one day.”

One of the guards raised his electric baton and swung at him. “Yeah, yeah, keep talking and the last thing you see will be my baton smashing your head!”

Chassell shot them a menacing glare before slipping into the car and left.

After he left, the guards chatted among themselves before turning to Winnie and asked, “Are you alright, miss?”

She shook her head and replied, “I’m alright, thank you.”

An older guard holstered his baton back and said, “No need to thank us, miss. Your boyfriend had briefed us beforehand. Occasionally, he would also bring us some snacks and such, so we’re very much in his debt.”

“Exactly. You don’t have to worry about that prick as long as we’re here. He won’t be able to step foot into this area!”

Winnie was numb in place as she was trying her best to comprehend what the older guard just said before responding, confused, “My…boyfriend?”

A guard replied, “Yeah. Last month, your boyfriend beat the ever-living hell out of him and made him run away like a rat, haha!”

“Exactly, he had asked us to keep an eye out for that scumbag so that he won’t harass you anymore. He sometimes brings us cigarettes, drinks, and some food, which we are very grateful for. Didn't he tell you about this?”

Bewildered, Winnie struggled to find her words, “He…never told me about it.”

find such a man like him, so you better cherish him with all your heart! Also, quit your

my blood boil. All they’re good at is bullying young ladies who have just stepped into the society. What goes around comes around, though, so hopefully, one day that

on her face,

had the mood to go shopping anymore as she

returned to their posts. They discussed among each

trauma from having to deal with him. It would be better for her boyfriend to accompany her for

her home, she took off her mask, went to the fridge and took out a

placed her cup down. As she returned to the living room, she saw some shirts scattered around on the sofa.

heard her doorbell rang. She walked to the door and saw through the doorbell camera that it was Channing,

his eyes on Winnie’s body, scanning her for any injuries. After determining that she was all fine and dandy, he said with a cold tone, “Did he

and replied, “He’s already

why don’t you come help me tidy up my clothes? I need help moving the boxes. They’re way too heavy

place, not knowing

you didn't come all the way here to ask me a question and then just leave, right? It'll be wrong of me if I don’t at least treat you to a meal. But the clothes ain't gonna

house. On their way to the closet, she said, “You should do something useful

boxes littered

commanded, “Help me bring all of these boxes to the living room. I’m running

with mountains of clothes, Channing could not help

is considered relatively small, as I am an actress, too. Haven’t you seen how large your sister’s closet is? Women would cry if they saw it, men would fall

Channing was rendered speechless.

house that she rented doesn’t have a closet but only a

you know why? That’s because Mr. Conrad bought the house next to hers to serve as her hilariously oversized

moving boxes out

and put them in an empty box at the side

that was originally filled to the brim with all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff was then tidied up and half-empty again, which was a

box, Channing

wanna eat? I’ll

“I’m fine with anything.”

phone, she replied,

sure on what he liked to eat, so she

got a bottle of water from the fridge for