Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Meanwhile, the Stewards’ Mansion.

Charles received a call from his subordinate, who reported that Stella had gone to Clarence’s apartment. He asked them to keep an eye on her.

After hanging up the phone, Charles peered out of the window. He stood up, walked out of the study, and sat in the car that was parked in the garden.

The place where Jeffrey was locked up was a warehouse that was not far away from the Stewards’ Mansion. In the past, it was used to store some old junk. In the recent few years, it was abandoned. Usually, no one would pass by this place. Hence, after Adolph had run away, Charles moved Jeffery here.

In the warehouse, Jeffery was lying on a single bed. Not far from him, a movie was played on an old TV.

It wasn’t a messy place nor a clean one.

Food junks and newspapers were everywhere on the table and the floor.

Occasionally, a cleaner would come to clean up.

With his broken leg on the bed, Jeffrey was humming a song in leisure as if he didn’t feel upset about being locked up here at all.

Shortly after, the door of the compartment was open. The slight of the street lamps fell in.

Jeffrey suddenly sat up, squinting at the person who entered.

Charles walked into the warehouse, and his bodyguard behind him immediately turned on the light.

Jeffrey could hardly open his eyes in the dazzling light. Raising his arm, he blocked it.

Charles cast a glance at his bodyguard, and the latter understood. He turned around, left, and closed the door of the warehouse.

Charles walked to Jeffrey, sitting on the sofa opposite, “Have you made up your mind?”

Jeffrey giggled. His fingers rubbed and made a posture to mean the money, “Haven’t I told you? As long as you could give me this much money, I’ll answer whatever you want to ask.”

“You are quite greedy.”

someone and could lead a good life. How could I know she was an ungrateful woman? She doesn’t want to give me a penny

afraid even you could get the money but you are

die with the money in my arms. I’ll try my best to find better parents

“You are

As long as I got the money, I’ll be like a dead person and vanish in front of you. I’ll never show

“What

which was burned by the fire, twisted under the dim yellow light of the warehouse. His smile became creepy, “You are not Charles Steward. Even if you are trying your best to imitate him,

a murderous light

I’m not afraid you will kill me. As for the man who has escaped a few days ago, you should still remember him. I’ve already told him about this secret. Once I died, he would disclose this secret in public. But, If

others believe you as long as you said

Steward had never expected that his wife would marry me one day.

dead, “One more question, if you answer me, I’ll give you whatever

one question, even if you ask me a hundred, I’ll answer

the father of

Jeffrey looked as if he had heard a joke.

asked, “Are you

another

He left with a cold

bed. Looking at Charles’s receding figure,

the door of the warehouse

only drag his broken leg

out through the crack of the door, only to find that Charles sat in the

spat in his

cured about

lie. Just now, he said he had told Adolph the secret, which was fake. He even

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the apartment, Stella drank a glass of water, feeling

afternoon until now, she hadn’t eaten

fridge, only to find the

decided to make