"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
In an attempt to blend in, Joseph reflexively shielded his eyes. He saw nothing at all. Even yet, he could still hear the lingering sound of their kiss. Clarence should have waited until they entered the room. Why was it required to be in the lift? Stella fainted into his arms after their brief kiss since she still hadn't mastered breathing correctly. She has done that before. Clarence tensed her chin and let go of her body. He addressed her angrily. "You know what you did to Jude? He really does care about you." He even made an attempt to grab her. Did he really believe he could do this without Clarence’s approval? With a watery eye, she spoke a low, quiet whisper. "Who... is Mr. Jude?" Clarence furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at her. "You don't know him?" "No." She graciously shook her head. There was a pause before Clarence abruptly continued. "Do you know who I am?" There, Joseph froze. It was a very bad idea to ask that inquiry. Stella touched his cheek
A few moments later, Joseph wrenched himself free of the thought, obeyed Clarence’s instructions, and headed out. Quietly, he shut the door behind him and left the two together. The room was silent once more as Joseph departed. Clarence crossed his fingers on his lap and set the towel down on the desk. "Can you solve all your problems with your tears?" She kept letting the tears roll down her cheeks. Clarence had been cleaning them for her for some time now, but they still fell, so he withdrew his fingers and offered her a gloomy grin. "Fight back if you are unable of making amends. The world's most worthless thing is tears." Despite her inebriation, she could clearly hear someone speaking to her. She was unable to precisely understand what he was saying, though. All she could feel was that her skull was about to blow apart. Sick, she struggled to open her eyes and saw a tall, thin man moving about the room. It was... a well-known figure. However, who was he? Stella clos
She was rendered speechless by the impudent question. She looked at Clarence for a long moment, unable to think of anything to say. She closed her eyes in gratitude at the thought that it was he who had brought her home the previous evening. "Anyway, thank you." once more? Once more, she appeared lifeless. Clarence’s thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Was she unable of displaying any enthusiasm in his presence? Was that the reason behind her treatment of him? An unexpected rush of rage washed over him at that idea. "I simply did not want the Conrad family to be disgraced by you. If not, I really don't give a damn if you pass away outside.” he mocked. Such brutal comments were like a poisoned blade, piercing her heart. After silently clenching her hands and opening her mouth, she said, "I see." She then turned around and proceeded to enter the restroom. Clarence had left for work when she emerged from the restroom. She wanted to find her suitcase so she coul
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