Clarence’s voice sounded as if it were being forced from his teeth, and his eyes were icy. "You dare!" "Now that I'm infertile, what else do you think I dare not do?" Flynn said. “Though I may have dared you in the past, do you think I will be terrified now?” The instant the words came out, Flynn hung up the phone. Clarence made the snap decision to "run over and send someone over to rescue her, and immediately lock the location of this cell phone number." "Yes!" Without hesitation, Joseph pulled out his smartphone and pushed Clarence out of the dinner area. *** Beside the bed, there was a big bowl of medication; the woman was still unconscious. With a poisoned look, Flynn said, "Give her the medicine." "Yes, Mr. Andrew!" After receiving the command, the man brusquely opened Stella’s mouth and began to pour medication into it. Stella was coughing violently, covering her throat, and was choked awake. Unconsciously raising her hand, she accidentally knocked over the m
Suddenly, the heat rose and permeated every part of her body. Stella’s face and ears were scorching from the heat and congestion in her head. She was no longer able to remain here. She needed to leave this place. She was only able to bite her bottom lip, and the agony momentarily pulled her back to awareness. Without delay, she stood up and went outdoors. But the medicine had such potency. Half a bowl was filled with it for her. Would she pass away here today? She just realized that her mouth was gushing blood and that her entire body hurt when she bit her bottom lip. She was tugged by a large, icy hand as she attempted to get off the toilet. She yelled and shook his hand almost reflexively, "Fuck off!!" Clarence grimaced as he cast a cold, hard glance at Stella. She had a warm body. Despite the drug's potency, she is still able to fling off his hand and maintain awareness. Clarence was taken aback by it. He looked shocked and his eyes widened when Stella raised her head. Her l
On the terrace… "Mr. Flynn, is it really ok we did that?" Flynn’s assistant had to inquire, "After all, if we offend the Conrad family, it will suffer in B City." "He's just a cripple, huh? I began from the beginning many years ago. Does he warrant my fear?" Flynn scoffed. Flynn actually had a history of having sex with attractive women, so he was not prepared to endure this at the hands of a helper. He possessed reason. Even in his anger, he wouldn't offend the Conrad family because of their reputation. However, he saw Clarence as a cripple. Naturally, a self-made man detested those second generation rich people. Clarence was nothing without the Conrad family's reputation, so this time he would make sure Clarence learned his lesson. He had realized that Clarence had no intention of offending Greg, and since he had the presidency, Jude would assume the role in the event of a major dispute. What was the cripple capable of at that point? "Mr. Andrew , although Clarence was S
Clarence , like an ancient machine, undid his buttons. Stella partly opened her eyes and studied it silently. They were out of breath. Clarence abruptly sprang up from the wheelchair and held Stella up after unfastening the final button. The Bewildered Stella did not stop to consider how a man with a disability could get out of his wheelchair all of a sudden. She was brought into the bedroom and laid down on the plush bed. A thick, sweaty body crushed against her as her head touched the pillow. His hands were hot on her waist, and there was a strong smell of his all around her. "Permit me to ask you one final question. Are you certain?" Stella"....." "No regrets?" With his thin lip resting on her upper lip, he squinted and drew nearer to her, whispering, "Do you know who I am? If not, I won't assist you.” Stella remained silent. "Huh?" "Who am I?" He asked as he lifted her up and undid the button on her butt. "Er..." she opened her eyes and met the man's gaze with re
Standing in front of the mirror, she gave her a disbelieving look. Her neck bore several strong streaks of purple and green. She was no stranger to such traces. But only once. That was the soggy evening after her recent divorce from Shawn. That weird man had stolen her virginity. She tried to take a bath after running screaming from her house and discovered several kisses on her neck. Similar to how it is right now... After being surprised for almost a full ten seconds, she abruptly lowered her head and looked. True enough, her advertisement body was covered in marks. She was lost in thought. How could she have forgotten? Flynn gave her a medication last night while the room was lighted with incense. She was so preoccupied with whether Clarence had been drugged that she failed to recognize that she had. She was unable to recall the remainder. Clarence, however, lacked power. She lost control of her shaking and collapsed on the ground. "Mrs. Conrad, what's the matter?" Nann
Clarence raised his hands in the air. He was giving her a scowl. What was this woman going through? Instead of speaking with him, Stella buried her face in the duvet, hiding scars on her neck. Clarence was not happy to see her hide the marks. "What are you doing?" She hid below the quilt, just showing Clarence her head on the outside. "Last night you..." She was unable to talk and stammered. Clarence gave her a stern look and said, "What?" "Did you?" She wanted to bite her lower lip instinctively again, but she restrained herself from doing so after he mentioned that she constantly bit her lips. "What?" He questioned her who he was at the crucial moment since he understood that she had gone insane at the moment and might not have known. Clarence felt uneasy as she called his name aloud. He wondered if she recalled what had happened the night before when she asked about it now. She gave him a long, fixed look. "When i asked you to leave, did you leave?" She inhaled dee
"Impotent?" Clarence asked, his eyes deep and keen, "Who told you?" His hard, piercing stare caused her to swallow uncontrollably as she said, "The people outside." "Oh, you do accept them? Do you not realize that I am impotent?” Clarence abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. Stella cried out and yanked the hand away! "Have a good feel, am I impotent?" Stella’s thoughts froze. She bit him on the shoulder out of fear, but as he started to hurt, she withdrew her hand. "Clarence, you rascal!" "Who am I? You begged me last night; why didn't you call me a rascal?" He nibbled her chin with an unpleasant look and said, "Do you really think of yourself as a wild cat? You bite me all the time." She reddened. Why had Clarence’s attitude toward her changed, in her opinion? "Remember!" He said in a hard whisper, "From now on, you are my woman.” Stella gasped. How did he say it? "Don't contact with your ex-husband, or Jude, or any other man, or even look at them." Stella ".
She was still worried about him last night, not about herself. At the most crucial moment, the heart was visible. She hurried to shield him even though she had no idea he could evade it the last time Flynn picked up a chair and tossed it at him. The chair would have toppled on her if he had not gotten away from it in time. Because of her diminutive size, the impact would be unbearable. Looking back, Clarence was terrified. What about her, though? Why, she wondered, had she approached him so quickly and desperately? Clarence glanced at the woman in bed and said, "Think of this." Or did she depart from his preconceived notions? All that could be heard in the silent room were the sounds of two people breathing and their hearts beating. Clarence closed the magazine and put it back into the bag with care. He approached her, who had slept off. Stella has a traditional oval face with three-dimensional facial characteristics. She rarely paid attention to what she wore or applied cos
185 By the time Stella opened her eyes, she felt so weak that she was unable to stand up. Glancing up, she saw everyone looking at her and it then it dawned on her what took place before. “It’s alright Stella, the police has taken Kelvin and his accomplice away.” Clarence said as Stella froze in fear. “Clarence I..” Stella wanted to talk but she wept instead. She had been so scared thinking Kelvin succeeded in taking advantage of her before dozing off, but now that Clarence had told her that Kelvin got caught, she heaved a sign of relived. Clarence then held her arms and said, “in the past I used to believe that you had only become a substitute bride and got married to me because of my money, and I hated you for that. But now I know the reason why you got married to me in the first place. I also accused you of seducing men, and did other things to test you and see if you’ll truly pass my test and you did,” “So But today, I want to reveal the secret that I had kept a long t
184 "You can't get away." Kelvin put his hand on hers and held her slender wrist. It was vulgar because he dropped his with deliberateness. "Everyone is at the banquet, and there will be more fantastic events following the swimming competition. Nobody is going to come save you, not even if you flee. Accepting me will ensure that I treat you gently." "Let me go!" Stella gave him a firm handshake and took a few backward steps. What had gone wrong with her? Why did her hands and legs lack strength? Her beautiful cheeks were growing redder and redder as she stared at her shaking fingers. She felt as though a constant stream of hot air was emerging from her stomach. It was recognizable. Just like the time Flynn took her away and locked her in the room! Was she drugged once more? The instant this thought crossed her mind, she became desperate. “I tried to convince you to be with me, Stella, but you refused, so I had to do this, you know. I really enjoy you. I promise that no
With a blush on his face, Zach candidly explained to Stella. “Zach Filler is my name, and I am FIL Group's only son. Playing baseball and racing are my pastimes. I'd like to become friends with you." Stella, "........ John, "..." Riley pouted and uttered a sardonic, "FIL Group? Who believe you to be? Do you want to become our friends? Examine your deservingness." Everyone's face changed at the words. Zach looked at Riley , his face going pale and him frozen in place. Even though Stella didn't want to listen to him, she glanced at Riley in shock because she found Riley’s remarks to be too harsh and unbelievable. Riley believed she had a lot of respect since she came into the Red family. She was always haughty and in charge. People dared not touch her because she was true to herself. She always pretended to be a refined lady in front of Stella, but when she saw Zach, she forgot. Riley gave a gentle grin as she considered this. "Lala, I apologize for what I said. I simply p
The game started shortly after the minutes passed. Many girls applied for the girl competition after learning that the winner would receive surprise awards. Nara and Lily both applied for it. They returned and noticed Stella sitting there, so they had to come over and say a few snarky things. “This guy is new to our department, right? Why remain in a daze here?" “Yes, how about entering the competition? People such as yourself shouldn't be the most forceful, right?” With a fixed gaze, John asked, "What do you want?" "Nothing, just to see her." "Are you sure you won't apply for it?" Staring at Stella, Lily questioned. Stella gave her a quick glance. "Is there a rule that I must attend?" "You!" Lily felt enraged. At first, she believed there was a chance to hurt her, but she decided not to take part. “How much does it concern you if she chooses not to participate? You are welcome to participate. With all the others, why even bother?" John furiously stared at the two w
With this thought in mind, Stella closed her eyes and gazed silently at the glistening water. "Sorry, I didn't think that much..." Riley gave a mortifying little smile. With a snort and a mumble about having a lousy idea, John turned to face Stella and behaving like an antipath. "Charge up your phone so we can take pictures later when they are in competition." Riley asked as she had an epiphany, "Will everyone be present when the competition is on?" "Yes, everyone will come, and there will be judges," John said with a nod. "Are only men allowed to compete?" John turned to face Riley and asked, "What do you mean?" "I mean, men can compete, so can we girls." With a brilliant light in her eyes, Joh said, "Yes, but... They didn't make such arrangements and girls couldn't attend." "Isn't that easy?" Riley grinned, reached across to take Stella’s arm, and waved to him nearby, "Mr. Jude!" Riley’s cry caught other people's attention, and Jude turned to face her. His eyes were
Clarence gave her a feral look as he stared. She bit her lip and squinted, saying, "No!" "Do you want to walk around dressed like that?" Her neck was long and fair; she straightened her waist and lifted her chin slightly. "This is how everyone dresses. Why isn't one able to? Since you consider me to be a wantonly woman and you dislike whatever I wear. So why should it matter to me what you think?" Clarence scowled. After saying these things, she turned around and walked away, carefully lowering the shawl to reveal her lovely shoulders. Joseph says, "....." She had a tiger on her back! Clarence’s hands were clinched into fists, and his breath turned chilly. He cast a sardonic glance at that mysterious figure. "Mr. Conrad..... Shall we... bring Mrs. Conrad back?" stammered Joseph , standing behind him. "Who gave you permission to call her that?" "Did I make a mistake?" Joseph asked, swallowing a mouthful of spittle anxiously. When he addressed her as Mrs. Conrad in fron
"Zach Filler, enough. Do you think she is an ordinary woman? She stands together with Miss Red," Zavi remarked. “We can't afford to provoke her, even though she might be a group member's kid." They were a bunch of mostly womanizing individuals. They only played with ladies who lacked wealth and influence since those things could always be resolved with money. They followed regulations. They did not play with wealthy ladies, in contrast to Flynn Andrew, who, as you may recall, "got destroyed by playing with rich women." Although the Andrew Group held significant power in B City, it was eventually eliminated. “ How come we haven't seen her previously if she was a group member's daughter? It was an unknown group, even though she is." "Simple, investigate her." Stella located a seat and wrapped the shawl snugly around her. Riley could not resist making fun of her. What makes you so timid? The purpose of the clothing was to be worn and displayed to others. What is the cover art fo
That final comment seemed almost like a question. Stella had never seen Riley so dominant that she wasn't sure if her feelings were justified. After some while, Stella gave her a look. "Ri, what's wrong with you?" After hearing that, Riley abruptly regained consciousness and realized she was overexcited. She scoffed, dropped her eyes, and shook her head. "What's the matter with me? I have revealed the truth to you. Why? I'm hoping you can leave this situation as quickly as possible. But even though he was directly in front of you, you were too afraid to acknowledge or even speak about it. I wonder if you like Clarence, but I'm not sure what's on your mind." "Actually... I don't know." Stella’s cast her gaze down, gloomy. "I don't think I should like him, but..." Riley worried when she saw her entangled. Was her admiration for Clarence genuine? "However, what? Do you not see that? He's not at all fond of you." Riley realized she had said something unguarded and regretted
Holding a box, Stella stood at the company's door, waiting for Riley. Riley unlocked Clarence’s car and shoved him down as it came to a halt. With a smile, she asked, "Lala, what is your hand?" Stella experienced a vision similar to a sharp knife striking her body as she spoke. Clarence’s sight was as horrifying as a deadly serpent, causing her to shrink backward and clutch the box firmly in her breast. Clarence saw this as a subliminal action, yet she still treated the box as a prize. She had nothing when she got in the car, but when she got out, she had a box. What was meant by that? What a considerate woman, oh. "Nothing." Riley smiled, moved closer to Stella, and shoved Clarence forward as Stella clutched the bag tightly and said. Stella could feel Clarence’s icy breath all over her. She retreated a step, attempting to pull herself from the embrace of his icy breath. “Is that a gift from Jude, Stella? You entered the automobile without bringing this box?" Stella’s fac