Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 213

In the private room…

The temperature plummeted when Clarence entered the private room.

The whole room was shrouded in an oppressive aura.

A person at the gambling table asked, “What’s wrong with Mr. Conrad?”

Vincent took a glance at the man who was sitting on the sofa and drinking wine alone, “Maybe he was bit again.”

“…”

Another person said, “Oh, is he so unruly in bed? But I haven’t heard that Mr. Conrad has a woman.”

Vincent smiled, yet he didn’t reply.

Right at this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open. The woman who bit Mr. Conrad walked into the room.

Vincent looked up and felt a bit surprised when seeing Stella. He didn’t expect that Clarence could bring her here.

Wasn’t the two of them in dichotomy?

Stella’s eyes met with Vincent’s in the air. She slightly nodded at him as a kind of greeting.

Then she walked towards Clarence and sat down beside him.

Vincent raised his brows and shifted his gaze.

Right at this moment, a person asked, “Who’s she? She’s so beautiful. Is she a model or a entertainer in Mr. Conrad’s company?”

Vincent replied calmly while shuffling the cards, “Mr. Conrad’s ex-wife.”

Everyone was shocked.

Rumor had it that Clarence detested his ex-wife and they finally divorced. Why were they together again?

Clarence was still drinking wine calmly at a corner. He didn’t say anything.

Stella also remained silent.

Anyway, he simply requested her to accompany him to this gambling party, but he didn’t tell her what she should do.

Stella took a glance towards Vincent and noticed that the men around him were all dandies from rich families. She felt curious. Would this gambling partly help the projects that were affected by this scandal?

When Stella became more and more suspicious of it, Clarence’s voice sounded, “Do you want to drink?”

Stella shifted her gaze and looked towards Clarence. In the dim light, she couldn’t see his face clearly and therefore she could see the emotions in his eyes. She could only see his chin.

Stella was stunned for a while, but she came back to her sense soon, “No, thanks.”

She seemed to hear the man’s chuckle in the darkness. Clarence picked up his glass and gulped down the wine. His Adam’s apple popped up and down along with his movements.

He put down the glass and then walked to the gambling table.

Noticing that he was walking over, a man stood up, “Mr. Conrad, please sit here. I happen to have something to deal with and I have to go now.”

Clarence sat on his seat. Then Vincent told him, “This position is quite unlucky today. He has lost for the whole night. Mr. Conrad, be careful.”

“Is it unluckier than you?”

Vincent was rendered speechless.

Why was he so irritable today?

His words were so aggressive.

Therefore, everyone around the table reached a consensus – Mr. Conrad is in a bad mood now, so we’d better not offend him.

As what Vincent had said just now, Clarence lost for several consecutive rounds.

He put down the cards and tilted his head to look at Stella, “Come here.”

Stella walked over and said after hesitating for a short while, “I don’t know how to play this.”

She added rigorously after a short while of silence, “Nor do I have money.”

She would by now means give her hard-earning money to these hideous capitalists.

Clarence was rendered speechless.