Clarence halted his mobility aid. He raised his head and studied Stella’s pale face with his icy gaze. His tone was mocking, as was the way he stared at her. "Did you intentionally do it? Stella, you have too much confidence in yourself." She bit her lip and became pale, saying, "It is obvious whether or not I am telling the truth." Clarence wore a neutral expression. "Get out of way." Stella "..." After bearing with it, she turned around and walked away from him. Before he arrived, she shut the elevator door and thought angrily that he could wait for the next one. What a bastard! With the intention of going after the bath, she went straight back to the room and started to take a bath. John texted her as she lay there, asking if she had gone to sleep and if she had prepared the dress for tomorrow. He promised to come over and apply her makeup before they went to the event. Stella questioned John about Riley’s appointment while she was thinking about it. She felt better
Despite not seeing her coming, Stella nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead; I'll wait for you here." Riley waved her hand and said upon hearing that, "No, you don't have to wait for me, I'll be alright in two minutes, so come downstairs." "... Well then, I'll wait for you downstairs." After that, Stella grabbed her purse and cell phone and headed downstairs. Riley was at last relieved when she departed. She went without a second thought, feeling fortunate that Stella’s was not a cunning woman. Riley shut the door behind her and opened the wardrobe again, pulling out the suit she had tucked into the lattice. She removed the two buttons off the garment and hung it up. She smiled as she tucked the button into her purse. After the button was removed, Stella’s wouldn't have discovered the truth, right? Stella’s wouldn't be suspicious even if she came to see this clothing because the button wasn't there. However, Riley’s expression darkened once again. Charlotte had a button in her hand
Riley put Clarence up when she came at the car and did not get off again. Angrily, Stella stood where she was. Just then, a car pulled up in front of her. She spotted Jude when the window was rolled down. "Are you visiting the business? I'm able to let you go." Jude’s eyes had lost their coldness. He remained courteous and kind. When Stella unconsciously glanced at Clarence, she saw that Riley was bending over to get things ready for him. Clarence appeared to look at her on purpose, but he withdrew his view as though he didn't seem to care. "Stella, come here quickly." Riley turned to face her and waved. ".. Not necessary." Stella , for some reason, declined her advances, and before they could reply, she yanked open Jude’s car door and took a seat. "Please give me a ride, drive." Jude looked through the rearview mirror and nodded, "Ok." The car in front of it continued to drive away, but it stopped. Joseph asked as he sat in front of Riley and turned to face her, "Miss
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
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
"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
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
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