Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Donald opened the door, took Daphne to the guest bedroom, and turned on the light, “You can sleep here. If you need anything, just tell me. It’ll be my pressure to help.”

Daphne nodded, “Thank you Mr. Shawn.”

Donald looked at her, with corners of his lips twitching, “Didn’t I tell you not to be so reserved?”

Under his gaze, Daphne couldn’t help but feel herself flushed. She looked sideways, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say anything other than “thank you”.

Seeing that she was still nervous, Donald pushed the suitcase in front of her, “Okay, it’s getting late. I won’t bother you. Just have a good sleep”

Daphne turned around and stammered, “Mr. Shawn, thank you...And good night...”

The smile deepened on Donald’s face, “Good night.”

While speaking, he closed the door of the guest bedroom.

Donald had just walked a few steps when the phone rang. It was Vincent.

He swiped and picked up the phone, “Have you caught him?”

Vincent said, “Yeah, we have captured him. How’s your injury? Didn’t you go to the hospital?”

As Donald walked to his room, he hissed in pain, “How can I go to hospital at this moment? It’s too embarrassing.”

Vincent sneered and said, “Knowing that it’s beyond your capability, you still rush to confront him. Certainly, you will get beaten.”

Donald untied his tie and threw it on the sofa, “You still think I’m such a savage just like you? I’m a gentleman, and Harris is Justin Conrad’s best hitman. I should be grateful since I’m alive.”

“Yes, Mr. Shawn is pampered. How can I put on a par with you.”

“It’s kind of mean for you to say that.”

Vincent didn’t bother to pay attention to him, “Fine, just handle it yourself.”

Before he hung up the phone, Donald added, “Hey, are you and Clarence, are you reconciled?”

helplessly, “You think we are still young kids?

he said, Donald was amused, “Don’t

how Clarence chased his wife.

about the same, in my

it, “Then what’s

it interesting for

you who started

didn’t know how much risk I

of story

shirt to check out the bruises on his body. He later grabbed the medicine for bruises and sprains, and rubbed

about to cry when she treated the wound on his face. If she found the wound on his body, she could

bed, Donald stared at the

other room, Daphne also couldn’t fall

environment, or some other

mind to think about the bits and pieces of how they getting along. With that in her mind, she buried her head in

the entire night, she was in a daze, not knowing what

...

Clarence stood outside the house where Harris was locked, peered in through the glass on the door with no expression on

asked him. He didn’t say anything, and I checked his recent traces. After he returned

while, Clarence said, “Where has

house where he was hiding, he followed Daphne almost all the time, looking

before he returned to

In the two days when Justin fell into the sea, someone saw him on the nearby shore. He doesn’t seem to believe that Justin was dead and

was no emotion in Clarence’s voice, “That means, he doesn’t even know if

Clarence’s word finished, Vincent finally understood that the reason why he wanted to capture Harris, was that he wanted to find out whether Justin

before saying, “Our men and the police have done many searches in

possibility, he did not

But everyone knew that.

people to survive after

his interest in questioning Harris himself. He retracted

seen in South Africa

the police