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.”

miss. Nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder to find such

just stepped into the society. What goes around comes around, though,

on her

encounter out of the way, she no longer had the mood to go shopping anymore

posts. They discussed among each other before deciding to give Channing a

away, they certainly could not chase away her trauma from having to deal with him. It would be better for her boyfriend to accompany her for

and took out a bottle of cold

cup down. As she returned to the living room, she saw some shirts scattered

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

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

replied, “He’s already gone,

asked, “Since you’re already here, why don’t you come help me tidy up my clothes? I need help moving the

not

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

closet, she said, “You should do something useful with your strength and energy, young man. Don’t

several sizable boxes

bring all of these boxes to the living room. I’m running out of space

mountains of clothes, Channing could not help but raise his

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

Channing was rendered speechless.

doesn’t have a closet but only a

Mr. Conrad bought the house next to hers to serve as her hilariously

moving boxes out

an empty box at the side before clapping her hands together

with all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff was then tidied up and half-empty again, which was

last box, Channing asked, “Is there

wanna eat? I’ll order some

“I’m fine with anything.”

phone, she replied, “Alright, then. I’ll order

on what he liked to eat, so

the fridge for him and