"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
With heavy steps, Stella strolled down the street without any thought. Tears welled up but did not fall from her swollen, puffy eyes, leaving her face expressionless. She applied so intense pressure on the sack that it hardly resembled a bag. Whoa! Someone sprinted by her, bringing her to the ground. She toppled sideways, spilling her entire contents onto the earth as her bag tore apart. The man who had encountered her halted and observed her plummet into a daze. The man knelt down and assisted her in gathering her belongings, giving her everything he had gathered as soon as he recognized what had transpired. "Everything you own is here. I'm sorry, but I have to leave.” The man hurried off after giving her back the items. She took a seat on the ground and gathered her things. She had nowhere else to store her belongings because her bag was broken. She then turned to stare at her lap. It was difficult to see her feelings through her downcast eyes. She started to laugh softly.
When she shook his hand and he wanted to touch her again, someone tugged him back by his collar. What took place? The man sensed the air become cold. Turning around, he saw a man in a wheelchair staring at him with eyes that were like daggers sticking straight through him. He was just sitting there, but there was an air of nobility about him. Even with their best efforts, no one could get near him because of his icy gaze and all-encompassing aura that permeated the vast universe. "What were you going to do to her?" Grabbing the man's collar, Joseph questioned. “I’m sorry!" As soon as he realized what was going on, the man apologized. Clarence was seated in a wheelchair, but the man sensed that Clarence wasn't your typical gentleman. The man could hardly resist when he was seized by the collar. What was meant by that? The man had enough common sense to concede after being a member of society for a considerable amount of time. "I was unaware that she was dating someone. I apo
"Enough!" Clarence tried to push her away by holding onto her wrists. She took a step forward, not willing to give up. "You haven't answered my question yet." He wrapped his arms around her waist and attempted to push her away as veins emerged from his forehead. But she was being so persistent, and her only source of guidance was her gut. Clarence attempted to compel her to step away once more, but she sat on his lap with her arms around his neck. The stunned crowd just stared. Clarence was approached by a subordinate who bent down to whisper in his ear. "Do you need any help?" The others moved in her direction, preparing to take her arms. He looked at them with ferocious eyes. "Back off!" Their powerful arms hesitated. Joseph became enraged with the subordinates for their carelessness. They were not perceptive enough to notice Clarence’s discomfort. Unsure of how to respond, Clarence kept her on his lap the entire time. She sat there, around his neck with her hands. Her