Clarence’s campaign was overly bizarre. It wasn't until he calmed down that he felt uneasy. Unlike the lady who had pushed him earlier, the one in his arms was too silent. He bowed his head to look her in the eyes. Her eyes were as serene as a lake without waves, despite the rage and dismay that was present. What was happening? She didn't even respond when he treated her so rudely? "Clarence, are you jealous?" Stella asked as she blinked and looked at him for a moment. Clarence:..... Stella kept blinking as she gazed deeply into his eyes, as though she was attempting to read his emotions. "Are you?" When he failed to respond, Stella felt compelled to re-ask. Clarence: Alright. She questioned him calmly if he was jealous, even though he was rude and upset with her. With a low voice, Stella asked as she cast her gaze down at the ripped blue suit, "If you are not jealous, what are you tearing them for?" She was now clinging on Clarence, wearing only the snug clothing.
The door was shut, and the two of them were the only sounds in the enormous meeting room. Particularly her , whose breathing was incredibly erratic because she had just been stunned. For a long while, the two maintained their original position. Stella felt a tremor emanate from his chest, and she heard his words—clear and icy. "How long do you want to sit?" With a start, Stella responded angrily and raised her head. Clarence just so happened to bow his head. Stella’s broad clothing hid most of her body. She lifted her head, exposing only her face. She had a sorry look in her eyes since the corners were still crimson. Clarence felt as though someone was holding his heart. With his thin lips pressed firmly together, he asked in a chilly tone a second later, "Am I good-looking?" Stella regained consciousness. Those people had scared away the wrath that had surfaced earlier, and now her heart was racing, fearing that someone else might approach and force open the door. “Jose
Upon hearing this, Stella suddenly lifted her gaze and gave him a cutting look while clarifying, "I will wash it for you." "How?" Clarence sent her a sarcastic glare and said, "By hands?" With a blink, she said, "Of course not, I will send it to the dry cleaner." Despite her lack of wealth, she had common sense enough to know that suits—especially ones this valuable—should never be cleaned in water. "Heh, you are not too ignorant." "But do you think I will wear it after washing it?" Clarence asked with a sneer. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. Clarence stated, "The suit was worn by you. Even when you wash it, I won't wear it. You're just a slut, even though you appeared to be innocent." It's just a suit, Stella could not take it anymore. “Did I implore you to give it to me? You applied it to me. If you believed it to be filthy, why didn't you wash your hands after touching me in the conference room” Clarence: Alright. How in the hell? Joseph observed S
"Well, Clarence and I are half-brothers." Jude said quietly, "Things are a little tricky, but Clare is unusual in that he seems to get along with us despite having grown up outside and visiting a few years ago. In addition to being agitated, he had a leg injury. Clare endured a great deal, and Grandpa intended to make up for it by giving him the presidency. He could do it, of course. He would have that depending on his abilities even if Grandpa had not given him that position.” Stella: This is not the kind of story she was expecting. Clarence, though, was raised outside? And they were brothers by half? A sensation that cannot be described fills her heart at the possibility that Clarence’s mother is a mistress. Most likely as a result of her past mistress status, so ... Stella pursed her lips as she thought about this and the Clarence appearance. Was this the reason he was agitated? "Don't mention it in front of Clare, or he will be angry." Jude gave her a sliver of a smile. "Can y
When Stella regained consciousness and noticed Riley hesitantly elucidating to her, she attempted a smile. "I'm not blaming you, I was just thinking about things." "What's wrong?" 'Are you scared that you won't be able to find him?' Riley said, glancing at her anxiously and reaching out to take her hand. “Don't worry, Lala—I'll locate that man for you, I promise!" Stella burst out laughing as she saw Riley reassuring herself, asking, "Ri , why are you so silly? You continue to put forth a lot of effort for me, but this is my business." "Because we are good friends, but....." After giving it some thought, Riley continued after a pause, "We will always be good friends, right?" Nodding, Stella said, "Of course." "If one day I do something wrong to you, will you forgive me?" How come? Something wrong with me?" Stella asked, not understanding. "You know I am not a careful person, maybe I will accidentally make a mistake, you must forgive me." Stella You always act irrespons
Stella was so distraught that she went back to her room. She went inside, kicked off her shoes, put on her slippers, and went to her bed. She sat dejectedly on her bed and gazed blankly at the bank card. How should one proceed? How was she going to break the news to Riley? Oh my. The Rec family and the Conrad family were on an equal footing, but the Conrad family was difficult to work with. Suddenly feeling the air cool, she looked up and encountered a set of intensely frigid eyes. Startled, she let go of her bank card, which snapped and dropped to the chilly floor. Both of them glanced over simultaneously. Stella’s face turned pale at once, and she got to her feet, saying, "I can explain!" "You are really out of my expectation." Clarence laughed hysterically. He had profound eyes. She felt afraid; they were like black surges moving in unknown oceans. Stella: "This is why you married into the Conrad family, right? Heh, the old man is quite generous, but are you worth th
What good is it if she came clean? Stella remained silent. With a sour voice, she angrily shoved Jude’s hand away and shouted, "Go away, I want to be alone." Jude, who had been shoved aside, grinned at her instead of becoming irate. He rose and took a seat next her, resting his back on the tree much as she did. "If I leave, you will be crying alone and more upset." Jude softly said, "In really, spending time alone is the worst method to deal with a bad mood since you have too much time to reflect about it. However, you will gradually forget the cause of your melancholy if you have someone to chat to." His tone grew progressively melancholy. Stella turned to face him dumbly and asked, "Have you ever been this sad before?" "It works," Jude said, peering into her eyes. “You gradually start to show concern for me." Stella discovered that it truly was that way. Turning to face Jude from the front, she sucked her nose, wiped her face with her outstretched hands, and looked aside.
"I ought to put that question to you. You often found yourself in front of her after she had arranged for you to have a wife. My, I am aware of your goal.” "Jude came across me by chance." "Is that accurate? Was it a scheduled appointment or was it inadvertent?” Clarence glanced at her , and said as much. Stella balled her fist and looked directly into Clarence’s eyes. "Whatever you think," she said, defying everyone's expectation that she would explain. “In any case, I don't need to explain; you are self-righteous and won't listen to other people." "Stella!" Jude scowled a little, not sure why Stella was still resisting at this point and needed to argue with Clarence. "This is none of your business." Stella shoved Jude aside, obstructing the front with her small frame. “Do you not consider me to be a slut? Nevermind, it's true what you see. I asked Jude to come over because I am that kind of person." Clarence looked at her, his eyes suddenly chilly. "Do you know what you ar
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