Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 287

Stella only spoke after a long while, “Well, Chan, like you said just now, he won’t have the guts to show up. What he wants is just money and he won’t post any threat on me. Don’t worry about me. Moreover, I’m doing well now.”

Channing didn’t reply, his face still cold.

He said after a long while of silence, “I will find him out.”

Stella shook her head, “Chan, don’t get yourself involved in this matter. I will deal with it.”

Channing replied, “You don’t have to worry about my feelings. He’s not a father in my heart. He’s just a scumbag. I wish so much that he has died.”

Stella heaved a sigh, “Chan…”

“I know what I should do. As for you…” Channing continued, “Well. Clarence will protect you.”

Stella, “…”

She asked tentatively, “How do you know?”

Channing replied, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Stella didn’t say anything again.

After Channing’s leaving, Stella sat back on the sofa and hugged a cushion.

Sherry sat, “My bad. If I have expected this, I would not have told Channing about this. He must be so sad now.”

Stella said, “He will know about it even if you don’t tell him.”

“Will Jeffrey come to find you again?”

“Of course he will.”

Jeffrey didn’t get the money from her today, so he would come to find her again.

Sherry furrowed her brows, “But he still keeps those photos. What if he loses patience and publishes those photos?”

Stella replied lightly, “It depends on whether he wants the money or wants to ruin me at the cost of his life.”

“Stella.”

Noticing the worries in Sherry’s tone of voice, Stella turned to look at her and smiled at her, “Look at your expression. Don’t worry. I’m alright. I’ve been accustomed to it over the years. Sincerely, I felt relaxed when I knew that Jeffrey was the one behind all those things. At least I know what he wants. If it were the other person, maybe I will be sleepless tonight.”

Sherry heaved a long sigh. She didn’t know how to comfort Stella now.

…

At the same time…

Although Jeffrey had successfully ran away, he broke one of his legs when jumping down the second floor. He ran while kept turning around, fearing that they would catch him. When he ran across a street with an injured leg, a car suddenly galloped in his direction. When seeing the dazzling light, Jeffrey pretended to fall down.

The car stopped when it was half a meter away from Jeffrey, but Jeffery hugged his leg and screamed miserably.

The driver immediately got off the car and asked politely, “Mister, my car didn’t hit you.”

Jeffrey took a glance at him and then at the license plate. He screamed more miserably, “How could you say these words? You’re so mean. You broke my leg yet refused to admit this? How will my leg be broken if you didn’t hit me?”

The driver replied, “I promise that I didn’t knock you down just now.”

Of course Jeffrey wouldn’t listen to his explanation. Hugging his leg, he kept cried loudly.

Although there were just a few cars on the road now, since Jeffrey was now blocking the way, they could by no mean leave now.

It seemed like the driver didn’t know how to deal with this. He walked to the car, knocked at the window near the back seats and asked, “Sir?”

William replied in a clam voice, “Give him money.”

The driver replied, “Okay.”

The driver walked to the driver’s seat and took out a wallet, “How much do you want?”