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
"She's heading to the Andrew Group." Clarence’s smile turned contemptuous as his eyes grew dull. "How dare she?" “ Flynn Andrew isn't a nice thing, Mr. Conrad. Shall we... " “No." Clarence cut Joseph off with a cold tone. "Since she wanted to, let's see how tough she is." "But.." Joseph felt uneasy. "Flynn is lustful, what if..." Clarence’s eyes grew narrow. "That's what she deserves!" Joseph gave a nod, then remained silent. * * "I've been waiting for you at home for a long time, Flynn. You said yesterday night that you would come visit me. Do you not adore me?” The woman in the tight suit caressed him and wrapped her arms sensually around his neck. Flynn grinned and buried his neck in hers. "I went to a party last night, honey. I was overly preoccupied. I'll catch up with you later tonight." "Are you serious?” The woman pouted, puckering her lips for a kiss. "Don't lie." Flynn’s eyes twitched with a faint shade. He leaned his head in her direction as his hand tig
She scowled at him, turning pale. "You!" Flynn’s mouth curled into a slight smile. "Am I mistaken? Are you not in a relationship? Yes, exactly—he is a cripple. You can't possibly be having an affair, is there?" When Flynn brought up Clarence’s infirmity, Stella became enraged. Her palm trembled from holding her coffee spoon so firmly. "Mr. Flynn, is it really the gentlemanly thing to speak poorly of others behind their backs?" "What?" Flynn sneered as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Isn't this a well-known fact? Clarence’s granddad would have no trouble finding a woman for him if he weren't crippled. However, it is useless. He is totally disabled. Isn't that a girl's curse? But if he's impotent, you can tell him I don't mind doing it for him." She flung her cup of scalding coffee in his face, unable to listen to another word. She snarled through clinched teeth, giving him a fierce look. "You're just a playboy, nothing more. What gives you the right to judge othe
Clarence smiled a murderous smirk at Flynn. "You know exactly what I mean." Joseph gave Clarence a disbelieving look. "Mr. Conrad?" "Do you think I'm kidding?" Clarence questioned, glaring at him. Joseph nodded, shivers crawling up his back. "Ok." After that, he pulled Flynn from the coffee shop. "Oh, Clarence Conrad! You are a cripple. Mr. Greg will never forgive you if you or your minion touches my dick!" When Flynn brought up Mr. Greg, Joseph didn't worry because he had Clarence’s orders, and Flynn pulled him from the coffee shop. Stella couldn't resist approaching Clarence because she was afraid for Flynn. "Well..." "Intervene in this and you'll die!" She gulped down what she said. Clarence appeared to be enveloped in a cloud of black smoke due to his intense rage. His whole bearing gave the impression that he was rude and aggressive. But Flynn might be... if she didn't stop him. When she realized this, she nudged Clarence’s wheelchair forward and murmured something i
"A lot of things." She looked back at him. His words pierced her like a poisoned knife, and his gaze were icy. "I hope the next time you sit in a coffee shop as my assistant and talk to someone about a collaboration, don't wear something to embarrass me." The thought of her garments again made her face pale. "Do clothing really matter that much? Why is appearance such a big deal to you?" "There is no need to look into the heart of a person who isn't even capable of dressing basically." She couldn't say anything. When she saw him seated in the wheelchair, she became so enraged that she tried to get up and go but was unable to. What would he do if he got into problems after she left? She was forced to wait for him to get ready to depart while she stood there. The clerk came back after some time and talked with Clarence . "Sir, l've packed everything you asked for." "Send it to this address." She was given a business card by Clarence. When the clerk grabbed it, her eyes got
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