Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 213: A Long-term Plan

In the private room…

The temperature plummeted when Clarence entered the private room.

The whole room was shrouded in an oppressive aura.

A person at the gambling table asked, “What’s wrong with Mr. Conrad?”

Vincent took a glance at the man who was sitting on the sofa and drinking wine alone, “Maybe he was
bit again.”

“…”

Another person said, “Oh, is he so unruly in bed? But I haven’t heard that Mr. Conrad has a woman.”

Vincent smiled, yet he didn’t reply.

Right at this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open. The woman who bit Mr. Conrad
walked into the room.

Vincent looked up and felt a bit surprised when seeing Stella. He didn’t expect that Clarence could
bring her here.

Wasn’t the two of them in dichotomy?

Stella’s eyes met with Vincent’s in the air. She slightly nodded at him as a kind of greeting.

Then she walked towards Clarence and sat down beside him.

Vincent raised his brows and shifted his gaze.



Right at this moment, a person asked, “Who’s she? She’s so beautiful. Is she a model or a entertainer
in Mr. Conrad’s company?”

Vincent replied calmly while shuffling the cards, “Mr. Conrad’s ex-wife.”

Everyone was shocked.

Rumor had it that Clarence detested his ex-wife and they finally divorced. Why were they together
again?

Clarence was still drinking wine calmly at a corner. He didn’t say anything.

Stella also remained silent.

Anyway, he simply requested her to accompany him to this gambling party, but he didn’t tell her what
she should do.

Stella took a glance towards Vincent and noticed that the men around him were all dandies from rich
families. She felt curious. Would this gambling partly help the projects that were affected by this
scandal?

When Stella became more and more suspicious of it, Clarence’s voice sounded, “Do you want to
drink?”

Stella shifted her gaze and looked towards Clarence. In the dim light, she couldn’t see his face clearly
and therefore she could see the emotions in his eyes. She could only see his chin.

Stella was stunned for a while, but she came back to her sense soon, “No, thanks.”

She seemed to hear the man’s chuckle in the darkness. Clarence picked up his glass and gulped down
the wine. His Adam’s apple popped up and down along with his movements.



He put down the glass and then walked to the gambling table.

Noticing that he was walking over, a man stood up, “Mr. Conrad, please sit here. I happen to have
something to deal with and I have to go now.”

Clarence sat on his seat. Then Vincent told him, “This position is quite unlucky today. He has lost for
the whole night. Mr. Conrad, be careful.”

“Is it unluckier than you?”

Vincent was rendered speechless.

Why was he so irritable today?

His words were so aggressive.

Therefore, everyone around the table reached a consensus – Mr. Conrad is in a bad mood now, so
we’d better not offend him.

As what Vincent had said just now, Clarence lost for several consecutive rounds.

He put down the cards and tilted his head to look at Stella, “Come here.”

Stella walked over and said after hesitating for a short while, “I don’t know how to play this.”

She added rigorously after a short while of silence, “Nor do I have money.”

She would by now means give her hard-earning money to these hideous capitalists.

Clarence was rendered speechless.



Vincent laughed, “It doesn’t matter. Mr. Conrad is a philanthropist. Recently, he increased the greening
rate of the city, saying it was to protect the environment…”

Before Vincent could finish his words, he felt a cold gaze and immediately shut up.

Stella sat on the chair that Clarence sat just now, “But I really don’t know how to play this.”

Clarence said in a calm voice, “Aren’t you so capable? How could it be possible you’re stumped by
this?”

Vincent, who sat opposite to him, coughed to remind him that enough was enough.

Clarence always criticized indiscriminately when he was angry.

It would be late if he regretted it later.

If this happened in the past, Stella would have started a quarrel with him. But this time, she kept
reminding herself that she was here to solve the problem, not to quarrel with this wretched man.

When she was about to lose temper, Clarence finally said something that wasn’t annoying, “Let me
teach you.”

Stella replied with a nasal sound indifferently.

Maybe it was because Jeffery was a gambler, Stella show no interest in gambling since childhood. She
didn’t understand the pleasure of it.

She acted like an emotionless robot during the whole process and she simply played the card that
Clarence instructed her to play.

However, ever since Stella sat down on this chair, this position became lucky.



As she won for several consecutive rounds, the atmosphere around the gambling table became more
and more exciting. But Stella felt sleepier and sleepier.

“Play that card.”

Maybe it was because Clarence didn’t express it clearly, or maybe it was because Stella
misunderstood it… She picked up a card, but when she was about to put it on the table, Clarence
suddenly grabbed her wrist.

His palm felt warm and dry and Stella felt it burning the moment he grabbed her. Her sleepiness was all
gone instantly and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

However, Clarence let go of her before she took action, “I didn’t mean this card. You should play the
card near it.”

Stella could only put the card back into the line and played another card.

When this round was over, Stella stood up and said, “Mr. Conrad, can you play it? I want to go to the
toilet.”

After finishing the words, Stella quickly left the room regardless of whether Clarence had agreed to it or
not.

After her leaving, other men around the table all found an excuse and left the room one by one.

Today was not a good day for gambling because they would offend Clarence negligently.

Seeing that they all had left, Vincent clicked his tongue and put the cards in his hand on the table, “Are
you here to play cards, or to ruin this game?”

Clarence sat on the sofa again and poured himself a glass of wine, “I didn’t drive them out.”



“You didn’t drive them out verbally.” Vincent said beside him, “Did anyone provoke you today? Did I tell
you that you’re so sharp-toned and it works better than any other approaches if you can talk less?”

Clarence swirled the glass in his hand and said indifferently, “Although she’s heartless, she has ears.”

“…”

Vincent continued, “What happened? You were so confident and enthusiastic not long ago. What’s
wrong with you now? Why did you suddenly change your mind?”

Clarence lifted his head and gulped down the wine. He didn’t answer him

Vincent continued, “Clarence, when you’re pursuing a girl, you should be patient. It hasn’t been a long
time, right? Moreover, you misunderstood her several times before. Remember, haste makes waste.”

“If I don’t hurry up, you may take part in her wedding two months later.”

Vincent, “…”

He heard from Nathan that Stella had been close with Emmett recently.

But he hadn’t expected that their relationship would progress so quickly.

Vincent was a bit confused, “Then why do you have such an attitude towards her?”

“Did those approaches work?”

“I guess they didn’t work.”

Otherwise, Clarence would not be so upset and drank wine here.



Fixing his black eyes on the glass in his hand, Clarence curled his thin lips into a smile and said word
by word, “It’s a long-term plan.”


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