Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 623

Chapter 623 

Conrad glanced at Britney coldly. 

“You’ve done your checkup?” 

“You don’t have to worry, Mr. Maxwell. I didn’t suffer any injuries.” 

Britney looked at Conrad with some fear in her eyes. 

Conrad looked at her face. There was a red boil the size of a fingernail on her face. It must have been caused by the ash falling on her face during the fire. 

“Is… Is there something wrong with my face?” Britney anxiously covered her face. “Am I ugly?” 

Conrad frowned and said coldly, “I didn’t sincerely ask you to come to this banquet.” 

He looked at Britney’s expression. 

She was shocked, before becoming confused. “Mr. Maxwell… I don’t understand what you mean.” 

The way she bit her lips, and the innocent and pitiful look on her face… They were perfect. 

Anyone would feel their heart being stung with one look at her. 

Unfortunately, Conrad was a different breed. 

“I can assume that you orchestrated the fire back in your sister’s office!” 

“Mr. Maxwell,” Britney said as she raised her tone, as if she was being insulted. “I didn’t!” 

Conrad’s eyes were cold and vicious. “Why did you join the company?” 

No matter how well she hid it, he could feel that she was planning something against him. 

Britney tried her best to explain, “The reason that I joined is because I want to change my working environment. My sister was worried that I’d get bullied out there, so she arranged for me to work by her side.” 

Conrad was unmoved. He asked coldly, “Who sent you to Maxwell Corporation?” 

“No one!” Britney’s grip became even tighter as if she was overwhelmed by her emotions.” How can you think of me like that… How can you… Watch out!” 

Conrad then saw Britney pounce at him. He had just wanted to kick her away when he saw a man wearing a black cap rushing toward her. He immediately changed his target to him. 

However, Britney was in front of him, and the blade in his hand cut through her shoulder. 

Tiger ran over and immediately subdued the attacker, pressing him to the ground. 

“Who sent you here?!” 

“You bastard! Capitalist! Die!” The man yelled out in rage even when his face was on the floor. 

Britney was quite scared as she lay on the ground. When she saw that Conrad wanted to walk over, she grabbed his leg. 

“Careful, Mr. Maxwell! He’ll hurt you…’ 

Conrad stared at Britney and his eyes went to the wound on her shoulder. 

She was wearing a low-cut dress and the injury was quite deep. Blood flowed toward her chest. 

If it was someone else, perhaps he would be grateful. 

But he didn’t know why. When he saw her, he wasn’t feeling thankful at all. Instead, he was even feeling biologically unwell. 

He shook his leg. Britney’s hand went numb and let go of his leg.