Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 558

Although Clarence looked displeased and exuded a cold aura, this didn’t dampen their cheerful moods and the private room was prevailed by a delightful atmosphere.

Stella picked up a piece of cake and handed it to Clarence. When Clarence prepared to take the cake, she suddenly wiped the cream on the corner of his lip, “Why do you always have a poker face? Smile.”

Clarence grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms and whispered into her ear, “Didn’t you say we’re going to have a date?”

Stella smiled and blinked at him, “Isn’t this a date?”

“A date is an activity between two persons.”

Stella pushed him, “All right. Don’t go too far. They come here to celebrate your birthday, not to quarrel with you.”

Clarence slightly raised his brows, “Do you prepare a birthday gift for me?”

His voice sounded husky and attractive.

Stella was lost for words.

Her face uncontrollably turned red as she replied in a low voice, “I… I haven’t decided on the gift. Let’s talk about this after coming home.”

When Sherry and the others saw this scene, they quietly distanced themselves from them.

When Stella, Sherry and Winnie came to the toilet, Channing walked to Clarence with a gloomy face, “I want to ask you a question.”

Clarence tapped his knees with his slender fingers and said in a flat tone, “I know what you want to ask me. It’s useless to tell you about this. I will solve the problem in one week.”

“So they were really…”

Channing suddenly realized that other people were also present, especially Daniel, who sat in a corner, acting as if nothing was on his mind yet leaning his body towards them so that he could hear their conversation more clearly.

Channing saw the news about the fire in the apartment on the Internet several days ago. He went to the apartment later and found although the things were all remained in the apartment, Dolores and the baby were nowhere to be found.

Channing called Maxwell, but the latter just gave him an inexplicit explanation.

He had a hunch that something bad must have happened.

Therefore, he came to today’s birthday party with the purpose to ask Clarence about this matter personally.

Channing knitted his brows tightly and slightly pressed his lips together.

Seeing this, Donald nudged Vincent, suggesting him say something to relieve the tensed-up atmosphere.

Vincent took a sip of the wine, indicating Donald to do it himself.

After a while, Channing asked, “Will they be alright?”

“Yes.”

Channing didn’t say anything else. He turned around and left the private room.

Seeing this, Daniel hurriedly followed behind him.

After their leaving, Donald broke the silence, “What… What’s going on?”

Vincent said, “We found the man who gave Maxwell’s photo to that extra actress. He’s Dempsey’s trusted subordinate. I guess we can’t find out anything from him temporarily.”

“Then what should we do now?”

Clarence lifted his chin and gulped down the wine in the glass indifferently. His expression was so cold as if his face was covered by a layer of ice, “Even if he wants to keep it confidential strictly, we will find a way to let him tell us about the truth.”

Donald subconsciously shivered when he heard the words.

Clarence had grown up in the Conrad family since childhood and the family was full of intrigues against each other. Especially after taking control of the Conrad Group, if Clarence was not tough in doing things, he would have become Dempsey’s puppet.

Nevertheless, ever since Clarence ruined the forces of the Conrads consecutively, Donald had never such an expression on Clarence’s face again.

Vincent asked, “Do you still plan not to tell Stella about this?”

Clarence slightly pressed his thin lips together. After several seconds of silence, he spoke, “Do you think she would still hold the birthday party for me tonight if I told her about the truth before?”

After a short while of silence, Donald suppressed his grievance and said, “You can’t say this. After all, it was me who put forward this.”

Clarence looked askance at him, “Oh?”

In the toilet…