“ What a bitch of a son! You have no business hurting him in that way. Do you not want to clarify? Would you like to see the Conrad family destroyed?” "Grandpa, Clarence has his own reason," Jude remarked. “ Flynn may have truly insulted Clarence this time, but he never cared for anyone before. Clarence, you ought to at least discuss the circumstances with the families. Flynn offended you in what way?” “Oh, what right do you have to know about my business?" Stella was aware that Clarence was incredibly conceited and did not want her to become entangled. However, there was no justification for him to shoulder the entire burden. It was her moment to take the lead. She didn't want him to shoulder the blame each time. Before Greg lost his temper, her thought caught his attention. "Because of me." She moved aside, obstructing Clarence’s silhouette. Clarence scowled. "Who told you to talk?" Stella’s expression was pale, but she answered, "It's because Flynn kidnapped me!" since s
"Why?" Clarence asked with narrowed eyes, "Do you have dissent?" Startled, Stella lowered her gaze and subtly said, "No." She was the only one who found it odd that this man had previously detested her so much, but now he changed his view simply because he had slept with her? This sounded off. She wanted to know if it bothered him that the child she carried wasn't his. Stella, though, swallowed it back. For what was she anticipating? He intended to abort her previous child since he disliked the youngster. They came to an agreement, and she agreed to depart in six months, even though she had no idea why he had suddenly altered his mind. Upon returning to the room, Stella was silent. Clarence gave her back two cell phones. "That woman gave it to you?" Stella was initially taken aback until realizing that "that woman" was Riley. "Don't say that, Riley has a name!" she scowled. She asked while inputting her fingerprint, "You did not touch my phone, did you?" Clarence asked
"Assistant Radomil, is it easy to climb Mr. Conrad’s bed?" One of them wore a coquettish outfit. With the deepest disdain, she fixed Stella with her gaze. Stella’s cheeks turned pale at once. "What do you mean?" "Literally, is that how you got into your assistant position?" That woman bit her lip. "Yes, Kylie , she is shameless." Stella’s lips went pale, and her chopsticks clasped hard. "Tell me how you seduced Clarence , who is a cripple and imponent?" "What did you just say?" asked Stella. "You gave me some advice. We are requesting tips from you in order to become assistants." Despite her anger at being insulted, Stella set down her chopsticks upon hearing that Clarence was disabled. "Who do you say is crippled?" Stella gained unexpected momentum, shocking the women. After giving her a long, hard look, they finally realized what was going on and scoffed, saying, "Don't you know who is crippled? Why inquire?" "Oh, she was favored by Mr. Conrad now, so watch your mou
Stella entered the restroom. She was repulsed by the stink emanating from her body. However, she was furious. She and Clarence were made fun of by those who worked for Conrad Group. For Stella, the idea that his own employees were covertly making fun of him for his disability and impotence really infuriated her. Why could these individuals laugh at others with such abandon? How could it benefit them? Stella was soaked by shower water that cascaded down from the top of her head. She turned on the bathroom drain and removed her foul-smelling clothing. The man who spit beside the hot water was hurting. Subconsciously, she retreated two paces. When Jude’s voice from outside spoke, she instinctively gave herself a hug. "Stella, it contains shower gel. My assistant will visit you later; I'm heading off." "Oh, ok..." she gave a nod. She needed a bath because she was now excessively filthy. After twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door and someone entered. "Who is it?" Stella
Clarence’s look was ignored by her, who lowered his gaze. All she knew was that Clarence was berating her. He held her accountable. Who would want his staff and assistant to fight, after all? Stella didn't realize at first that he was holding her in his arms. Her eyes widened unavoidably. Clarence brought the wheelchair over to her and embraced her. Then she felt someone pinch her chin. Clarence compelled her to look up into his eyes. "You know what's enraged me?” She was enveloped in his icy, manly scent. She shook her head, too stunned to think. "I already knew what happened." "What? You're aware of that? However, why?" "All I wanted to do was ask you what it would be. However, you withheld the truth from me." Clarence’s finger flinches her forehead violently at the words. Stella covered her forehead, clearly in discomfort. "It hurts, huh?" Clarence scoffed. "What do you exactly mean?" asked Stella. "Don't fight with anyone else again." stated Clarence. Her face wa
Clarence shot Stella a chilly look before she could say anything more. "Do you think I'd tell my aunt about that?" He asked. She bowed her head at that. It was unfortunate for a man that she was not carrying Clarence’s child. What way could he tell people? Bit by bit, she felt her heart begin to sink. "My wound is all right, so I'm going out." She muttered. Clarence nodded, seeing no reason to allow her to stay. When she went back to her desk, her eyes were blurry. What was going through her mind? Afterwards, Stella pushed this idea aside and focused on her work. It was almost time to head out. It was now that the phone rang. A message was conveyed to her by Riley. {Lala , I'm parking my automobile in front of a supermarket not far from where your business is located. Move over.) {0k.} After starting to pack, Stella took her luggage downstairs. Joseph and Clarence emerged from the office. She approached Clarence after pausing and said, "I won't go home with you tod
Stella was deep in contemplation. She never gave this issue any thought after she married Clarence . With the exception of their agreement that she would depart in six months, she never imagined she would be able to leave him. "Lala?"Riley gave her a call. With an uneasy smile, Stella asked, "What did you just say?" Riley asked as her gaze shifted, "Do you want to stay with him?" At that, Stella’s expression turned to, "No!" How is that possible? Despite the fact that he moved her in many ways, he detested her and thought she was a shame to him. He didn't want anyone to know who she was because of this. He simply allowed her to act as his go-between. "Even if the man is not found, I will leave as soon as our agreement expired." Stella spoke quietly. Riley sighed with satisfaction as she heard that, saying, "Good, I thought you liked him. Now let's return to our main topic. We have now established communication with the designer, and my brother is his route to locate him.
Stella had no idea what was going through Riley’s head. She immediately went back to the Conrad residence after her breakup with Riley. Upon going back to her room, Stella saw that her small bed was gone. Her expression shifted abruptly. She had to sleep outside or on the floor when she first arrived to the Conrad residence. Joseph later sent her a little bed so that she could sleep soundly because he presumably felt that she was too miserable. However, the small bed vanished without explanation, causing her to become anxious. She pondered whether Clarence had abruptly lost her temper and taken away her bed. She was lost for words as she stood there. Two maids entered abruptly and greeted her. "Mrs. Conrad." When Stella heard this, she snapped out of her reverie and turned to see that her clothing were being held by them. "What are you doing?" She furrowed her brow and said before glancing at where the bed was placed, "Are you packing up my things?" After giving a nod, one