Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 60

“Please don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. I’ll get you a good price.”

Channing nodded. “Thank you.”

The manager of Twilight Club said, “You are welcome. But, Channing, don’t you think it’s not worthy?”

“Not at all. Comparing to this, I need the money more eagerly right now.”

The manager heaved a sigh. “Okay. I’ll resolve this matter for you as soon as possible.”

Channing hummed and then strode away.

The manager turned around and saw a man standing nearby. He hurriedly walked over, “Hi, Mr. Conrad.”

Clarence was wearing a white shirt only, standing there calmly with one hand in his pocket. He looked in the direction where Channing left and asked in a super flat tone, “Why does he need money?”

The manager still remembered that Channing used to hit Clarence, cold sweat oozing on his forehead. However, he could only answer, “It seems that something happened in his family.”

“How much does he need?”

“A million...”

Clarence snorted. He had almost forgotten that the Radomil family was always greedy for money. One million was the smallest amount they asked for.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, the manager felt that his heart jumped into his throat. “Well, Mr. Conrad, if there’s nothing else, may I go back to my work please?”

“Ehn.”

After the manager was gone, Vincent walked out aside. “Why didn’t you ask him what happened?”

Lifting his foot, Clarence left. He answered without any expression, “Not interested.”

Walking out of Twilight Club, Clarence received a call from an unknown number.

Rubbing between his brows, he swiped to answer. From the other end of the line, he heard Stella’s cautious voice, “Hello, Mr. Conrad. Am I interrupting?”

“Go ahead.”

“I...” Stella hesitated for a long time and couldn’t finish her words.

In fact, as soon as she heard Clarence’s cold voice, she regretted it. She shouldn’t have called him.

Clarence wasn’t that patient. “How about I finish the words for you?”

Stella was taken aback. “What? I...”

“How much do you want? One million? Or two million?”

“I didn’t mean it. I just want to...”

Clarence interrupted her, “Stella Radomil, have I given you a wrong impression that you could come to ask me for money?”

On the other end of the line, Stella fell into the silence. She didn’t know what to speak.

“You are not a teenage girl, naive and innocent. Do you think a kiss means I like you?” Clarence continued in a flat tone, “I’ve fucked you so many times. If I like you, I should have liked you long ago. What do you think?”

Stella answered in a hoarse tone, “I didn’t think that way.”

“Better you didn’t. It’s useless if you did.”

After finishing his words, Clarence hung up the phone directly.

Less than two minutes, Nathan, who was scratching his hair, received a message from Clarence, asking him not to find a date to attend the banquet.

Nathan gaped, wondering if Mr. And Mrs. Conrad had a fight again.

...

Holding the cell phone in her hand, Stella was sitting by the window for a long time.

She called him just because she wanted to ask him if she could delay paying the money until next month.

However, the wretched man sounded like he had eaten the gunpowder. Before she could finish her words, he had started shooting her and sentenced her to death.

Stella thought she might lose her mind to mistake that he liked her.

After a long while, she dialed Jeffrey’s number. As expected, she couldn’t reach him. After sending him a text message, she tossed the phone aside, held her quilt, and closed her eyes.