"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
Clarence ,.. Was this lady naive? If not, she wouldn't be foolish enough to inquire about this at this particular moment. "Am I not obvious enough?" Clarence questioned with his eyes furrowed, "Or are you too dull? Stella, I only say something once, don't expect I will say it twice to you." Clarence spoke in a chilly, haughty manner. Stella’s eyes widened in shock and she asked, "What?" Oh no! Clarence was ready to give her a buttocks massage after observing her expression. He told her everything, but she didn't hear him. Clarence responded, "It seems that you don't regard me as a husband at all." Stella "Exactly what are you saying? Why should I now share a bed with you when I was sleeping so well on my tiny bed before? Is it as a result of us both?" He cut her off before she could say anything further, saying, "Enough!" It was scary how irascible she suddenly became. His expression darkened. “Don't inquire, foolish woman. You can recruit a servant to help you bring back
His lengthy body dropped down on her side as she pulled him away, whispering, "Are you a dog? You bite me every time." Now that she was awake, she bit her bottom lip and asked him a question in the dark, her heart pounding from realizing what he had done to her. "What brings you to me? Do you not have a bed of your own?” She then reached and felt to make sure she was indeed on the floor. Clarence scoffed, saying, "You took my quilt away." “Stella, you're welcome.” “You don't have to come and sleep on the floor with me, do you?" Clarence: "I head to the quilt's location." "What did you do just now?" She asked. Why would he do that, even if it was for the quilt? "Perform conjugal duties." Stella "....." Clarence’s fingers brushed her waist, his towering frame drew nearer, and his warm breath hung in the air. Unconsciously getting tense, she pushed his large, unkempt hands and said, "What are you doing now? Return to your own bed now." "Have you ever seen a couple sle
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