Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 445: My Words Would Make You Happy for Sure

After Sherry arrived at the studio, she shared the snacks with the girls first. Then she took the rest to
Stella’s office. Sitting down and lying prone on the desk, she heaved a sigh deeply again.

Seeing that, Stella asked, “What’s the matter?”

Upon mentioning it, Sherry went furious, “I met Liam Keith.”

Stella also frowned, “Why did you meet him so suddenly?”

Sherry said in depression, “I don’t know. Probably it’s not my day today. How could I meet an asshole
today?”

“What did he do to you?”

“Nothing. He begged me to forgive him. I scolded him. However...”

Stella tilted her head, waiting for Sherry to finish her words.

Sherry rubbed her hair to a messy, “Forget it. All are annoying.”

As she spoke, she opened a bag of snacks. When she was about to eat some, she found it was one of
the snacks that Daniel chose.

Sherry looked at other snacks again. For a moment, she believed that she needed to be rescued in the
emergency room.

She wondered what kind of damned fate it was - all the rest bags were snacks chosen by Daniel.

She said in disappointment, “I don’t want to eat them.”



Seeing that, Stella smiled. She picked up the phone, “What do you want to eat. I’ll order some
takeouts.”

Sherry said, “I want to eat hotpot. Let’s go to a hotpot restaurant after knocking off, shall we?”

“Sure.”

...

After a few peaceful days, the anniversary of Steward Group finally came.

In the morning, when Stella went out, Charles said, “It’ll start at six in the evening. You can go there
directly.”

Stella smiled faintly, “Okay.”

After she left, Charles looked over at Phoebe, “Have you packed up everything?”

Phoebe nodded, “Yes, Dad.”

Charles added, “Put your belongings in the trunk. We’ll directly leave.”

After finishing his words, Charles was about to stand up. Phoebe stopped him, “Dad, aren’t we coming
back in the future for real?”

“No, we won’t.”

After answering her question, he walked into the study.

Phoebe pressed her lips, walking slowly out of the living room.

One of her bodyguards saw her and immediately walked up to her, “Hi, Miss.”



Phoebe said, “Do as I said.”

The bodyguard nodded, striding away.

Looking in distance, Phoebe suddenly burst into laughter.

She wanted to see who could help Stella this time.

In the study, Charles picked up a few documents on the desk. He looked over at the contract that was
signed with Stella earlier, sneering.

Since Stella wanted them, he would give her all, including the whole Steward Group.

Before leaving, Charles looked back at the books that had occupied the whole study, his eyes
becoming more gloomy.

All things in the study were put according to the real Charles Steward’s habit because Charles didn’t
want others to find any flaws. But now, he didn’t need them all.

After today, he finally could tear off the disgusting mask on his face and return to himself.

Out of the Stewards’ Mansion, Charles went to the warehouse. Sitting in the car, he said to a
bodyguard, “Take him out.”

The bodyguard answered. Jeffrey was immediately dragged out of the warehouse. He kept yelling,
“Where will you take me to? Where’s the money you promised me?”

Charles pressed down the car window, tossing a check to him.

Jeffrey broke free from the bodyguard that was gripping him. He picked up the check from the ground
as if he was picking up a treasure. He grinned, “This is the first time in my life seeing so much money.”



As he spoke, he counted the zeros on the check that dazzled him.

Charles asked, “Have you confirmed? If so, get in the car.”

Jeffrey held the check and approached him outside the window. He was still worried, “Is this a lip
service? What if I can’t cash out any money?”

Charles said calmly, “This is a check of Steward Group. Do you think a big company like Steward
Group can’t even pay such money?”

“Okay, I’ll believe you... No... I’ll believe Steward Group once.”

He knew that Steward Group’s headquarter was in a building with dozens of stories. Besides, Charles’s
name was written on the check. He didn’t think Charles would be able to repudiate it.

Before leaving, Charles reminded him, “You must remember what you should say. If you said one
single wrong word, I must ask my men to burn this check to you in front of your tombstone.”

“Hee hee hee... No worries. I know. I promise what I’ll say would satisfy you.”

...

While Stella was on the way, she received a call from Clarence, who said that he would come to her
studio to pick her up in the afternoon.

When she arrived at the studio, Daniel also walked over. He also talked with her about the anniversary
ceremony of Steward Group.

All of them knew that Charles would have a big move, but they didn’t know what on earth Charles
would do. Besides, now he had Jeffrey in his hand.



Daniel said, “Please don’t worry. We have our plan as well. No matter what he plans to do, his true face
will be exposed...”

Upon hearing it, Stella looked over at him.

Daniel almost bit his tongue. Recalling the lesson last time, he added, “Mr. Conrad and I, I meant.”

Stella said, “I didn’t know you guys are so close.’

Daniel let out a hollow laugh, “Well, we’re not close, but just... we have the same goals.”

Stella was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she asked, “After tonight’s event is over, could you please tell
me who exactly ‘you guys’ are and your purposes to be against Charles Steward?”

“Well...”

“I’m not in a rush. There will be a whole day before the evening. You can think it over carefully,” said
Stella, “My intuition told me, ‘you guys’ should be people relevant to the explosion twenty years ago,
but I don’t know who exactly you are. After that explosion, I lost my memories. Probably, I’ve forgotten
someone important.”

As she spoke, Stella smiled, “However, most of the time, my intuition doesn’t work well. Probably I’ve
overthought.”

Daniel didn’t know what to say either. Fortunately, he heard Sherry’s voice, so he made an excuse and
walk out.

While Stella started to have breakfast, she heard the message tone of her phone on the desk. It was a
text message from an unknown number: “Got it.”

She read it and put down the cell phone, taking a sip of the soybean milk.



At three o’clock in the afternoon, Clarence showed up in the studio.

Stella asked when seeing him, “Why so early?”

Clarence looked at her, “Early?”

Stella knew that she would need to get dressed, but she didn’t think it would take that long. She said,
“Please wait for a moment. I’ll be ready soon.”

Clarence looked at the draft she was drawing, knocking the desk with his slender fingers, lost in
thought.

After a moment, Stella raised her head, “I’m ready. You...”

Clarence gazed at her with his black eyes, “Don’t you feel you owe me something?”

“What?”

Clarence’s finger fell on her draft book, “If you need a model, I can make a day to accompany you.”

Stella choked up.

Later, she said, “No, thanks.”

Clarence said in an irresistible tone, “No, you need me.”

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Clarence showed up in the studio.
Stella asked when seeing him, “Why so early?”
Clarence looked at her, “Early?”

Stella knew that she would need to get dressed, but she didn’t think it would take that long. She said,
“Please wait for a moment. I'll be ready soon.”

Clarence looked at the draft she was drawing, knocking the desk with his slender fingers, lost in
thought.

After a moment, Stella raised her head, “I’m ready. You...”

Clarence gazed at her with his black eyes, “Don’t you feel you owe me something?”

“What?”

Clarence’s finger fell on her draft book, “If you need a model, | can make a day to accompany you.”
Stella choked up.

Later, she said, “No, thanks.”

Clarence said in an irresistible tone, “No, you need me.”



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