Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 343

The Steward’s house.

When Stella was about to go upstairs, Phoebe stopped her.

Stella looked back, “What’s the matter?”

“Ms. Radomil, I just want to remind you - Clarence casts covetous eyes on our Steward family. Since you believe you are one of our family, you’d better keep your distance from him.”

Upon hearing it, Stella was amused, “Ms. Steward, have you changed your approach?”

Phoebe said in a cold tone, “Listen or not, it’s up to you. If Dad knows it, he wouldn’t be happy.”

“Ms. Steward, I guess you might have misunderstood something,” Stella stood on the steps and said calmly, “I moved into the Steward’s because I want to get what I’m supposed to have. As for whom I’m with, it’s my own decision. I don’t need to listen to nobody else.”

“Ms. Radomil, before you moved in, I’ve told you. Since you are now staying in the Steward’s, you must obey our rules. It seems that you thought I was kidding with you.”

Stella retorted, “Who have made the rules? Ms. Steward, was it you? Or do you think what kind of identity made me move in the Steward’s?”

Phoebe looked annoyed, wondering if Stella implied that she didn’t have the right to make the rules in the Steward family.

Stella continued, “Since we don’t like each other, we don’t need to speak to each other when it’s unnecessary, and neither shall we fake caring or greeting. It will avoid us from a lot of trouble. Ms. Steward, what do you think?”

Phoebe sneered, “I hope you can be so self-confident in the contest as well.”

“Certainly.”

After finishing her words, Stella walked upstairs without looking back.

Watching her leave, Phoebe sneered. When she withdrew her gaze, she saw Charles standing not far away.

She asked, “Dad, have you overheard it?”

Charles hummed, “Come over.”

After arriving at the study, Charles closed the door and sat at the desk, “Phoebe, I know you hate her a lot, but you must tolerate it. When the right time comes, she will leave here naturally.”

Phoebe didn’t understand, “Is it because Mr. Thomas is her backer?”

“That’s not the most important.” Charles squinted, “The time hasn’t come yet. You’ll understand it in the future.”

Seeing that she was silent, Charles continued, “Don’t involve in the matter of the designer contest. I have my own plans.”

“I got it.”

Phoebe wasn’t that stupid. She knew that a lot of people were watching her now. How could she do something by herself?

Besides, so many people hated Stella. Even if she didn’t do anything, others wouldn’t wait.

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In a blink, a week passed.

Stella finished the end product and sent over the jewelry according to the time and venue decided by the sponsor.

When she arrived at the door, she saw a group of designers bitching about something.