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.”

guard could not help but give her a thumbs up, “That’s a nice lad you have there, miss. Nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder to find such a man like him, so you better cherish him with all 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 prick will get what he

on her

the mood to go

discussed among each

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

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

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

cleaning, Winnie heard her doorbell rang. She walked to the door and

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 come for you

and replied, “He’s already

just as he was about to leave, Winnie grabbed him and asked, “Since you’re already here, why don’t you come help me tidy up my clothes? I need help moving the boxes. They’re way too

stood in place, not knowing what

added, “Seriously, 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

Channing was still planted onto the ground, she dragged him inside the house. On their way to the closet, she said, “You should do something useful with your strength and energy, young man. Don’t go wasting

sizable boxes littered around in

boxes to the living room. I’m running out

mountains of clothes, Channing

and said, “Hey now, don’t you give me that look. My collection is considered relatively small, as I am

Channing was rendered speechless.

that she rented doesn’t have a

why? That’s because Mr. Conrad bought the house next to hers to serve

a short while and started moving boxes out

stuff out from the closet and put them in an empty box at the side before clapping her

with all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff was then

the last box, Channing asked, “Is

wanna

“I’m fine with anything.”

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

sure on what he liked to eat, so she

water from the fridge for