Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 62

When Stella arrived in the company, she saw Modesty walk out of Stanford’s office with an annoyed look, her eyes full of willingness to submit.

Modesty took a few steps and saw Stella. In her high heels, she approached Stella. “I heard that you are the one who was offered the opportunity from Conrad Group originally, aren’t you?”

Stella answered in a flat tone. “Probably.”

“Why did you refuse them?”

“If I got something that wasn’t gained by my hard work, I’m afraid I can’t fall asleep at night.”

Stella didn’t understand why Clarence would have offered such a chance. Once it was said that he would make Vivian famous, and later the official explanation was that Conrad Group liked her design abilities.

Stella wasn’t a naive or inexperienced young girl. How could she believe in such a high-sounding excuse?

Upon hearing it, Modesty misunderstood that Stella was mocking her for she had got the chance to study in Paris three years ago, which was not based on her own hard work but was snatched from Stella.

Modesty said, “Stella Radomil, don’t overestimate yourself. Think you are so aloof and different since you’ve rejected the chance from Conrad Group? For any designer, he or she wouldn’t have given up such an opportunity that he or she could let the international shows know about his or her designs.”

As she spoke, Modesty cast Stella a glance and smiled. “Oh, not really. I’ve almost forgotten. You also gave up such an opportunity three years ago. A person like who doesn’t deserve to be a designer at all.”

Waiting for her to finish her words, Stella answered calmly, “If you truly don’t think you deserve such a chance, you can give it up.”

She felt so annoyed by Modesty’s self-flattery.

After finishing her words, Stella walked away directly.

Modesty probably hadn’t expected that Stella would have said so. Standing motionlessly for a few seconds, she finally came back to her senses. Biting her lower lip tightly, she looked quite reluctant.

After Stella checked her working schedule with Stanford, she helped Sherry get a few more days off.

Stanford asked, “How’s she doing now?”

“Probably she still needs more time to let go of it.”

Usually, Stanford didn’t ask much about his employees’ privacy, so he didn’t ask much before Stella left his office.

Out of his office, Stella heard her coworkers discussing in low voices.

Before she heard what they were discussing about, a mid-aged man in a suit showed up in front of her.

“Excuse me, Ms. Radomil. Ma’am wants to talk to you.”

Stella hadn’t realized who the Ma’am was, and then she saw Joanna standing not far away behind him.

...

In the meeting room. Joanna withdrew her gaze from the window. “I didn’t expect that you’re working here.”

Stella sat down, her hands clenching together subconsciously. She was quite nervous. After a long while, she heard her voice, “Mrs. Conrad, what can I do for you?”

Joanna cast her a glance and said in a slight tone, “Clarence and you have divorced for a long while. As his mother, shouldn’t I care about you?”

Honestly, Stella couldn’t tell that Joanna came to her because she cared about the unreal marriage between Clarence and her. Instead, Joanna seemed to come to blame her for something.

After a while, Stella said, “We’ve finished the divorce procedure already. I didn’t take a penny. Mr. Conrad wasn’t against it either.”

“Really?” Joanna looked expressionless. “But it makes sense. You can’t get anything from him.” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Before Stella answered, Joanna asked, “How much monthly can you get from here?”

“Mrs. Conrad, I...”

“I’m not going to negotiate with you.” Joanna pulled out an envelope from her purse and smashed it onto the desk. “Here are a ticket to London and a ten million check.”

Stella frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t get it.”

Joanna smiled. “I know you need money. You married Clarence for money, didn’t you? Or, do you think it’s not enough?”

Stella pressed her lips slightly. “Please rest assured. I’ve divorced Clarence Conrad, and I won’t pester him any longer. I don’t have any intention to covert the Conrad family’s wealth at all.”

“You’ve misunderstood me.” Joanna’s tone was quite cold. “I don’t care what happens between Clarence and you. I just want you to never meet Horace Jason again.”

Stella had never expected that her purpose for coming to her wasn’t for Clarence, but Horace. She asked in confusion, “Pardon me?”

“I believe that you’ve heard Horace Jason is marrying Annie soon, but your existence seems to be not unpleasant. For the sake that you used to marry into the Conrad family, I came to you today to resolve the problem. Take the money and leave town. It’s good for all people.”

Soon, Stella calmed down. “Mrs. Conrad, I have nothing to do with Horace. I won’t accept the money. Besides, please forgive my rudeness -- Horace doesn’t like Annie Conrad at all. It doesn’t make any sense that you came to me today.”

“Since he was born in such a family, he can’t decide his own marriage by himself. You should know I'm telling the truth.”

Stella’s face turned pale when she heard it.

In the past, Clarence married her was because of his parents as well.

At that time, the Conrad family wanted a child. She wondered what they wanted now.

Besides, she was just guessing that Joanna didn’t care about Clarence at all. After talking to her today, she could confirm her guess.

Joanna never cared about Clarence. No matter he was married or divorced and what kind of woman he married, Joanna didn’t take it seriously at all.

Stella wondered why. Wasn’t Clarence her son?

Joanna stood up. “I guess you need time to think about it. I can’t get your answer so quickly. But you should know that nobody dares to hire you as long as I inform someone. Taking this ten million and

leaving here is your best choice. How about this -- the day after tomorrow happened to be my birthday. You are invited to my birthday banquet. Then you can tell me your answer.”

Stella’s heart skipped a beat. When she was about to reject, Joanna had already left.

Stella had never wanted to socialize with those so-called uptown people, and she knew that no one from the upper-class liked her. She was afraid that they would try their best to humiliate her by then.

However, Joanna knew it clearly but she still invited Stella over to attend the banquet. It was obviously a banquet with evil intention to her.

Picking up the envelope from the desk, Stella felt a faint migraine at her temples.

Walking out of the meeting room, Stella felt others’ weird gazes on her.

One assistant to the cameraman, who got along with her well, approached and asked tentatively, “Excuse me, Sharon. Who was that just now?”

Looking at their faces, Stella roughly knew what they were thinking about.

Although she had clarified, a lot of the coworkers in her company still said that she was a rich man’s mistress. Since Joanna came to her, they were sure that it was the official wife of the rich man coming to teach the mistress a lesson.

Stella was angry and amused. She blurted out, “She is my ex-husband’s mother.”

Upon hearing her words, others believed her less.

Besides Joanna’s appearance and temperament, the handbag in her hands was a tailed design from a certain luxury brand. If she weren’t a VIP member who had spent tens of millions in that brand, she wouldn’t have the qualification to get the handbag at all.