The maid turned to look at Clarence, startled. "I'm only giving you the facts, Mr. Conrad. Mr.Jude was genuinely tempted this morning by Missus. Are you not believing me?” Clarence gave her a fixed look. "Besides yourself, were there any other people there to witness this?" The maid shook her head excitedly and went on, assuming he believed what she was saying. "I saw them all by myself. I can't lie, though; I witnessed her entice Mr. Jude." Clarence gave the maid a smirk. "In other words, you're the only one who saw them and no one can prove one way or another what truly happened." The maid attempted to clarify after realizing what she had entered. "Mr. Conrad, I..." "Do you envy so much you've decided to slander her on purpose?" He gave the maid a piercing look as if he could see right into her heart and saw how unattractive she was. The maid was terrified of what he would think of her. "I wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Conrad. Please have faith in me." Clarence gave a hars
She looked at him, trying not to lose her composure. "I guess I'll be going now." Even after she had been there for a few moments, he remained silent. She eventually turned around and walked away. She was scolding herself nonstop. How could she have been so naive as to believe he had called off their collaboration? He could never have done such a thing for someone he detested. particularly if it would harm his family's reputation in addition to his own. "Stella, you are incredibly credulous." ***** When she got back to the Conrad residence after work, a servant informed her that Mr. Greg was looking for her in the study. She tugged at the bottom of her clothes, recalling what had happened the previous time. There was nothing else for it. She could only nod and make her way to the study. The pressure inside the study was significant in comparison to the pressure she had experienced previously. As she came in, Mr. Greg, who was seated in front of the desk, looked up. "Mr.
It wasn't on speaker, but Riley’s voice reverberated across the empty room. Unconsciously, she covered her phone's earpiece. All she could hear as she peered toward the bathroom was the sound of running water. Clarence and Joseph couldn't hear her speak, right? She nodded to herself, cleared her throat, and put the phone back to her ear. "Yes, did you see the message I sent to you?” “Yes, as you claimed to have located a button. That man's, perhaps?" "Yes, have you found anything lately?" "Not at all. You didn't actually give me many hints. It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack while trying to find anything regarding that night. How does the button look, Stella? Forward a photo to me." "Okay." Riley exhaled. "How are things going with you? Is Clarence causing you any difficulties?” “"Both yes and no. We have decided that before we part ways, I will live with the Conrad family for six months." "It's astonishing how thoughtful the man is. In six months your belly w
She was surprised by the strong voice. She approached slowly toward him, holding her towel tighter. But before she could go too near to him, she pulled away and bit her lower lip. "What can I do for you?" He answered in a caustic voice with no feeling in his eyes, "Help me to bed," Her shoulders eased. All he wanted was for her to get him into bed. She was capable of doing that. She had to hold herself up because she was still wearing a bath towel. "Is it okay if I change before I assist you? I simply neglected to bring clothes inside the restroom." He gave her a silent stare. She bit her lower lip and drew the towel tighter around her. "Just a moment." He remained silent. She moved toward her clothes, knowing that she could not possibly help him while wearing a bath towel. Turning, she ran to the bed, grabbed some clean clothing, and hurried into the bathroom, realizing that he was not going to stop her. She hurried out again a little later. Her shoulder was visible because
She took out her phone as she laid in bed to see what time it was. Clarence was getting close to bedtime. She would hold off a bit longer. She did, however, wind up nodding off first. It was already the next morning when she woke up. Clarence wasn't in his bed when she turned over. She noticed it was almost time to leave for work as she reached for her phone. She scurried from her bed and collapsed onto the ground beside his bed. Luckily, the elaborate button remained intact. She extended her arm to grasp the button, but it was almost out of reach. She reached for the button, but it slipped from her fingers. The button rolled further away from her, almost bringing her to tears. Her only chance was to try from the other side because the bed was too low for her to crawl underneath. A chilly voice called out to her from behind as she started to stand up, "What are you doing?" Stella gave a start, terrified beyond belief. He had returned by now? Was it not time to report for duty?
Why? She couldn't say anything. "..." Clarence wasn't aware that she had left. That did not imply that he was aware of her whereabouts. She had to take a deep breath and reflect. Then, after taking a long breath, she got an idea. "I went out to do some shopping." "Then we must fine you, seeing that you left the company to buy something during working hours?" Clarence enquired. "Alright, me?" She was desperate to defend herself, but she was at a loss as to how. Joseph gave her a look before explaining. “Employees at The Conrad Group are not permitted to leave the office during business hours without their supervisor's approval. Mr.Conrad is your supervisor, Assistant Radomil. We withhold a month's salary as a warning if you quit the company without his consent." She looked at him, her mouth hanging open. "Deduct a month's salary?" She had only started her job a few days ago. That meant she would have to wait a while to get compensated. "Yes, Radomil the assistant. It is cor
Regardless of her appearance, Stella hurried out of the room and approached the maid. "Excuse me." Generally speaking, she made an effort to avoid the maids' path. She knew they looked down on her, and she didn't think it was appropriate for her to engage with them. Still, the fear of misplacing the button outweighed the fear of getting in the way. She braced herself for a reprimand. The maid then took a polite step back and curtsied to her, and she found it difficult to maintain her poise. "Missus." For a brief while, Stella was astonished and fixed her gaze on the maid. “What's happening? "Missus, is there anything I can do to help you?" Stella straightened up and nodded. She didn't have time to worry about why the maid was treating her with respect, even though she wasn't sure why. She had to return the button. It took a few more seconds for Stella to answer the maid. "You've just completed tidying the space. Perhaps you found a button?” The maid gave a nod and answered.
She convinced herself that she couldn't tell him about it, even with all the cards on the table. Mr. Greg made it quite evident that she was unable to. His connection with his grandfather would deteriorate further if she revealed the truth. She knew all of that, so she lied with pursed lips. "I just went out on a few errands." "Oh?" He fixed her with narrowed gaze. "I'll give you one last chance to explain yourself." His tone was harsh and frigid. She nibbled on her bottom lip. "I simply went shopping," she remarked. "Despite my objection, you have already taken out one month's worth of money. So you don't have to be aware of my whereabouts." He fixed her with narrowed gaze. "Explain it again." "No!" She murmured, pulling back while holding her phone. He scowled. "Where are you going?" "Anywhere you're not!" She turned at that point and bolted from the room. With plans to find the maid herself, she hurried down the stairs. She was happy to see he wasn't pursuing her when