Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 437: What on Earth of Her Made You Like Her

Stella also doubted this question before, but if she just simply gave up without trying, she would feel
more reluctant. Also, she would feel sorry for Chan.

After a while, she answered, “Even if he’s not willing to tell me, I can get some information from him.
Besides, only when I continue staying in the Stewards’ Mansion will I know what Charles Steward’s
next plan will be.”

Clarence stared at her in silence, slightly pressing his thin lips.

Stella looking into his eyes without any intention to retreat.

She continued, “I’ll always keep in touch with you. If I felt anything dangerous, I wouldn’t continue
staying there any longer. I’ll leave there immediately. Does it work?”

A moment later, Clarence stood up, “Let’s go.”

Seeing that, Stella heaved a sigh silently.

She felt that her effort was in vain after negotiating with him for so long.

Before she spoke, Clarence said, “Remember what you’ve promised me. Don’t forget... you still have a
younger brother to raise.”

Stella said, “Chan can make money himself. He doesn’t need me...”

Before she finished her words, Clarence cast her a cold glance. She immediately shushed.

On the way driving to the Stewards’ Mansion, Clarence didn’t speak at all. He remained
expressionless, and Stella couldn’t tell his emotion at all.

Stella asked tentatively, “Are you mad?”



“Ehn.”

Stella was silent.

He admitted it way too directly.

She muttered, “Don’t you always deny that you are not so narrow-minded as I am?”

Clarence asked, “Have you admitted that you are narrow-minded?”

She thought for a moment and answered, “I’m narrow-minded so you are the only one in my mind.”

Clarence didn’t utter a word.

With his tongue tip pressing his teeth, he asked calmly, “Where have you learned this kind of
nonsense?”

Stella answered rigorously, “I learned it from you.”

Ignoring her, Clarence continued driving in silence.

Stella tried to find a subject, “Have you read the news today?”

“Nope.”

“Arthur Barnett died.”

“I don’t know him.”

“He’s the designer who helped Modesty Parker cheat in the contest and said that she had bribed the
judges.”

Clarence answered flatly, “I see.”



Stella took a deep breath and continued, “According to the police’s current investigation, he was
murdered by his enemy. However, the only person that he had a grudge with recently is Modesty
Parker, but there is a huge physical gap between them. I don’t think it was Modesty Parker who did it.”

“Probably it was not because of his recent grudge.”

Stella nodded, “That man is quite frivolous, immoral, and wicked. I guess he has a lot of enemies.

Clarence responded, “Ehn.”

He only uttered a single word.

Stella wasn’t in the mood to continue the conversation with him. She closed her eyes and started
napping.

Clarence turned around to glance at her. His thin lips moved as if he wanted to speak something, but
finally, he gave up.

After half an hour, the car was pulled over at the gate of the Stewards’ Mansion.

Clarence unbuckled the seat belt and got off.

Stella walked to him, “Will Nathan come to pick you up?”

“Ehn.”

Stella looked at him expressionlessly, “Clarence Conrad.”

He looked up at her, “Ehn?”

“Go ahead waiting here alone!”



After finishing her words, Stella bent over and sat in the car. Without any stop, she drove the car into
the gate of the Stewards’ Mansion.

Clarence’s eyebrows twitched. He looked down at his wristwatch. Nathan set off five minutes later than
they did, so he was supposed to arrive soon.

Standing on the roadside, he pulled out a box of cigarettes and picked one up to bite between his lips.
When he was about to light it up, a white car was parked next to him.

Phoebe pushed the door open and showed up in front of him, “Hi, Clarence. Why are you here alone?
Where is Ms. Radomil?”

Clarence put away the cigarette, casting her an indifferent glance, “Cut the crap.”

Phoebe laughed out, “Can’t I just chitchat with you?”

“What should we chitchat then? About when I’m going to get married or whether you would attend the
wedding of Stella and mine?”

Phoebe pressed her lips tightly, obviously becoming quite annoyed.

After a long while, she said, “After all, we grew up together. Over the years, you always treat me in this
way.”

Clarence said, “I treat everyone in this way.”

“I don’t think you treat Ms. Radomil so.”

“You can’t compare to her.”

Phoebe was amused. She said, “I’ve never understood what on earth of her made you like her.”



“You don’t need to understand,” Clarence cast her a glance and said flatly, “Ms. Steward, you’d better
think about yourself more.”

While Clarence was speaking, the black Rolls-Royce had parked in front of them.

Phoebe stood motionlessly, watching him get in the car and leave.

She closed her eyes, looking colder and colder.

Meanwhile, the Stewards’ Mansion.

After Stella walked upstairs, someone immediately walked to the study and reported her status to
Charles.

After listening to the report. Charles asked, “Has she met anyone else?”

“We started to watch her after she arrived at her studio, so I’m not sure about her activities before
that...”

Charles waved his hand impatiently, “Got it.”

After his subordinate left, Phoebe entered the study, “Dad.”

“What’s the matter?”

She bit her bottom lip, “I didn’t do well on the matter last time, so someone caught something on me.”

Charles stood up and walked to the window, “Forget it. It’s already past.”

Phoebe continued, “The servant told me Stella Radomil wanted to move out of our house, but you
didn’t agree. Why...”



“Phoebe,” Charles interrupted her, “Have you seen the wisteria in the garden?”

Phoebe followed his gaze and peered out of the window, “Yes, I have.”

“Although you can see it, if you want to cut it off, you must pass through this window and walk for a
distance. However, if you cut it off ahead and put it in a basin ahead of time, you can reach out and
touch it at any time.”

Phoebe understood what he meant and knew that he wanted to control Stella more conveniently.
However, she still frowned, “But...”

“Pack up your belongings. After the anniversary ceremony, we’ll move to Australia. In the future, you
wouldn’t need to meet her again.”

Phoebe was taken aback, “Won't we come back anymore?”

Charles said, “Not necessarily. You should know the current status of Steward Group. The things
you’ve done in the previous months also raised uproars in public. Although we tried to clarify them, we
can’t control others’ mouths. I’ve already had a good arrangement in Australia. We can go there
directly.

“Then... What about those things given to Stella Radomil earlier? Don’t we need to get them back?”

Charles chuckled, “Since she wanted them so much, just let her have them. However, she’d better
have the capability to keep them.”

It seemed that Phoebe still wanted to ask something, but Charles turned around, “All right. Pack your
important stuff. We’ll leave after the anniversary ceremony. Don’t tell anyone about our plan of going to
Australia. After arriving there, you don’t need to keep in touch with your friends as well.”


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