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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