Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 58

Twilight Club.

When Vincent stepped into the box, he saw Clarence sitting there, drinking. The box was extremely quiet.

He walked to sit opposite Clarence, pouring a glass of wine for himself. “Hey, dude. What happened?”

Clarence didn’t answer.

Sensitively, Vincent saw the wound at the corner of his mouth. He clicked his tongue. He knew what happened without getting Clarence’s answer.

After drinking for a while in silence, Vincent asked, “Is it so difficult for you to admit that you like her?”

Clarence paused his hand that was holding a goblet. He looked up at Vincent coldly, “Pardon me?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter what I said. It matters what you are thinking. You always said that you dislike your wife, but all things you’ve done declared that you like her a lot.”

“Bullshit.”

“Then why did you ask someone to keep an eye on Horace Jason?”

After a while, Clarence said in a flat tone, “She tried her best to divorce me just because she wanted to marry into the Jason family. Do you think I would give her such a chance?”

Vincent was speechless.

He knew that he could never wake up someone who was pretending to sleep.

...

Since Annie went back to the Conrads' Mansion, she started smashing things in her room. Everything that could be smashed was broken.

The servant was standing at the door and didn’t have the guts to calm her down. Then she went to find Joanna.

Upon hearing it, Joanna couldn’t help frowning. “Who pissed her off again?”

“I don’t know, Mrs. Conrad. Miss Conrad is so angry since she came back.”

Joanna asked, “Has Dempsey come back?”

“Not yet.”

Joanna hummed. She stood up and said, “I’ll go check on her. Call two maids to tidy her room.”

Annie had become more and more spoiled in recent years. Her original surname wasn’t Conrad, and Dempsey had become less and less patient with her. If it weren’t for the marriage for convenience with the Jason family, Dempsey would probably kick her out long ago.

When Joanna arrived at the door of Annie’s room, she felt a migraine when seeing the messy room. “What happened?”

Annie shed tears when seeing Joanna. She said in an extremely aggrieved tone, “Aunt Joanna...”

“Stop crying. Tell me what happened directly.”

“I went to meet Horace today, but that woman was pestering him again.”

Joanna looked annoyed. “Which woman?”

Annie stammered. “Well... Clarence didn’t want me to tell you.”

“Are you truly willing to listen to him and hide it from me? Then stop weeping to me.”

“Aunt Joanna, please.” Annie bit her lower lip. “It’s Stella Radomil.”

Joanna frowned. “How could it be her?”

“I don’t know... Since she divorced Clarence, she has been pestering Horace. I don’t know what Clarence is doing. I just scolded that bitch, but he blamed me.”

Joanna sneered and said, “They are the same type.”

“Aunt Joanna...”

“All right,” Joanna interrupted her, “Annie, you are not young anymore. You should pay attention to your temper. If you marry into the Jason family and still behave so, how could Horace like you?”

Annie heard those words and her eyes were lit up. “Aunt Joanna, would you like to help me on this matter?”

Stella thought for a moment. It did make sense. “Okay,” she agreed.

After arriving home, Stella sat at the desk and drew the design drafts for almost the whole day.

Sherry was lying prone on the sofa, eating and sleeping continuously, muddling along without any aim.

At midnight, Sherry was woken up by the ringing tone of a phone in the study, only to find that Stella answered a call and her expression changed dramatically. Then Stella picked up her jacket, heading out of her apartment.

Sherry asked, “What happened?”

“Chan is in the detention house.”

“Holy smoke! What happened? Shall I go with you together?”

“No, thanks. I can go there myself. They told me that Chan is a victim. It shouldn’t be a big matter.”

Sherry said, “All right. Call me if you need any help.”

Stella hummed in response and rushed away.

When she arrived at the detention house, Stella saw a few gangsters sitting on the benches. Hearing her footsteps, they all looked up at her, their eyes full of evil intentions.

Channing was sitting not far away from them. His handsome face was covered with wounds.

Stella inhaled deeply. She walked over and asked, “What happened, Channing?”

Her brother looked up at her, frowning. “Why did they call you over?”

“I’m your older sister. Who else could they inform?”

Right then, a policeman walked over with a notebook. “Excuse me. Are you Channing’s guardian?”

Stella turned around and nodded. “Yes. I’m his older sister. What on earth happened?”

“Those group of men rushed to the place where your brother is working. Then they had some conflicts. Your brother fought against them.”