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
Stella was aware of her good fortune, yes. That she could get married again should satiate her. Her heart sank, though, when she saw that Estella didn't appear depressed or concerned about her. Did it really matter how she felt? Stella’s appetite vanished at the thought. She set down her fork after taking a couple of nibbles of mashed potato. "Dad, I'm full from eating at the Conrad family already. I'll head upstairs to retrieve my intended object." Stella excused herself and went upstairs after that. Estella couldn't help but put her palm over her lips as she watched her head upstairs. "Does Stella blame me?" Mark simply groaned and shook his head. "I don't think so." "If she doesn't, does that mean the food in the Conrad family is so good she despises my cooking?" Mark was forced to scowl. "What are you talking about?" A few peas rolled across the tablecloth as Estella angrily flung her dish away. "Am I mistaken? Did you notice her gaze on me?" She was also done want