Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After some time, he summoned Nathan from outside, “Go and ask Francis about this. Investigate what

was going on back then.”

“Roger.”

Nathan left with his head drooped.

He only knew that Stella needed money at that time, which was the reason he had deliberately set up a

trap. However, he didn’t know that there had been some incidents before that.

If Stella had known that the sponsor of the new designer competition was the Conrad family, then it

was very likely that her intrusion into his life was no mere coincidence.

In the resting room of the Twilight Club, a few waiters were preparing for shift change. One of them

said, “Hey, I saw Vivian coming in just now. She seems to be visiting this place pretty often.”

“Didn’t you know who is visiting today too? It would be strange if she doesn’t appear.”

Another chipped in, “Did you see what happen in front of the Twilight Club a while ago? Vivian was

really fearless. Not only she is bearing Mr. Conrad’s child, she even flaunted herself in front of Mrs.

Conrad. She was making such a huge scene as if she wanted everyone to know that she is the

mistress.”

In one corner, a figure froze.

“You have to figure out why she is willing to be the mistress. Being able to suck up to someone like Mr.

Conrad, not to mention bearing his child, it is obvious Vivian is mustering all of her strength to bring

Mrs. Conrad down. She wants to make her way into the noble family. If she could marry into the

Conrad family, she would suddenly become a phoenix from a pigeon. She would be the official lady of

the family instead of being the mistress.”

“I noticed something weird about him too. Mr. Conrad always visited the club with his band of brothers,

but I never saw him bring along Mrs. Conrad. Do they not have a harmonic relationship?”

“You wouldn’t know the truth if I don’t tell you now. Back then, the current Mrs. Conrad was able to

marry into the family because she had employed some scheming methods. I heard about this from my

previous manager that she was sold to the Twilight Club by someone, and for some reason she was

able to lie in the same bed as Mr. Conrad. She used the child she was bearing at that time to threaten

him so that she could become part of the Conrads, and the Conrads didn’t want the escalation of this

sort of thing to affect their reputation, so they allowed her to get her way to marry into the family. After

that, for another strange reason, it was said that she no longer had the child.”

“That’s right, I heard about the same thing too. I heard that Mr. Conrad was annoyed by her, and he

wouldn’t even touch her normally. Otherwise, what could explain the fact that they didn’t even have a

child despite being together for three years? You must be aware that reputable families always

prioritized the carrying on of their bloodline. Now that Vivian was pregnant, I have a feeling that she

could no longer keep her place in the family.”

With a loud bang, the door of one of the locker was slammed shut with force.

A youngster with an unfriendly expression emerged from a corner and gazed at them coldly. Then, he

left with no discernible emotion on his face.

A voice complained, “What tantrum is he throwing? It’s not like anybody has offended you.”

“He’s just a part-timer here. He sees too highly of himself just because the manager has taken a liking

to him.”

“Don’t mention it. The manager told me that he’s the top ace of the district, and he is also a locker in his

own right. It’s not weird for the manager to be crazy about him.”

Channing headed to the bar, and the manager was summoning someone to send over some alcohol to

the suite where Clarence was in. He volunteered, “Let me do it.”

Coincidentally, one of his colleagues had a stomach ache, so he handed the alcohol to him, “Channing,

I heard that Mr. Conrad is in a bad mood today. You need to watch out. Just get out of there after

sending these in.”

“Got it.”

When Channing pushed the door of the suite open, Vivian was seated next to him, and she looked like

she wanted to plaster herself all over him.

Channing abruptly placed the alcohol bottles on the table and said with a mechanical voice, “Your wine

is here.”

Vivian was startled by his movements, and she stopped short on what she was doing.

Ever since that last time, Vivian never got the chance to meet Clarence. Today, she learnt that he was

in the Twilight Club, albeit a rare occurrence, she came over in a hurry.

Even until now, she was still perplexed by what Clarence was really thinking. It was obvious he had

given her a chance and allowed her to be by his side, but it was just that. They never got things going.

When the matter about her fake pregnancy was exposed last time, Vivian thought that Clarence would

be fuming with fury, but in the end he just gave her some warning. She was still enjoying those

resources he had given her, so to her that meant she still had a chance.

Now that everyone was taking her as a fool and labelled her as a temporary plaything of Clarence.

They said that she was not worthy to sleep in the same bed as Clarence, therefore she was here today

in the hopes of altering those public opinion. She needed to achieve something.

After being spooked by Channing, she suppressed her anger and prevented herself from running

amok. She said to Clarence gently, “Mr. Conrad, you look pretty drunk now. Shall I drive you home?

Ah!”

Vivian was soaking wet now after some alcohol had been poured onto her body. She stood up while

screaming, “What the hell are you doing?”

Channing looked unconcerned as he picked up the glass on the table, “I’m sorry, my hand slipped.”

Vivian saw that this waiter looked a little handsome, and she couldn’t bring herself to lash out at him.

Just as she was about to take a shower in the washroom, Vincent who was watching this spectacle

suddenly spoke, “Young man, why in such a foul mood? I have seen everything just now.”

“Oh, I did that on purpose.”

This time, not only Vivian reignited her flames of anger, Clarence raised his eyes slightly and shot a

glance at him too.

Vivian cursed at him, “Are you nuts? Did I offend you in any way?”

“You…”

Vivian was so furious that she couldn’t produce any response at the moment. Her face was looking

very ugly and contorted.

At that moment, the manager came in because of this commotion, and he immediately bowed to

apologize, “Mr. Conrad, Miss Sean, please accept my apologies. This young man here is a new part-

timer, and he has offended you because he’s not familiar with the ways here.”

“Not familiar with the ways? Look at him. Do you think he’s not familiar with the rules? He has said so

himself that he had done that on purpose. If you can’t explain things until I’m satisfied, don’t think you

can just get away with it!”

“I’m really, really sorry, Miss Sean. This is indeed our wrong.” The manager continued to apologize

while pulling Channing on the side, “Channing, come, apologize to this miss here.”

Channing said nothing as he stood there without moving an inch. He just stared at the man on the sofa.

Clarence stood up without any interest in the matter in front of his eyes. He simply said to Vincent, “I

am leaving now.”

“Mr. Conrad, let me send you off…”

When Vivian saw that he was about to leave, she suddenly felt panic. She couldn’t care about

retaliating against Channing as she scurried forward to catch up to him.

However, after just taking a step, her feet were tripped by something. Just as she was about to fall

down after losing her balance, she was prevented from crashing to the floor by a hand grabbing her.

She looked up and realized that it was the same young man. He was smiling smugly with the corner of

his lips lifted, and there was no warmth in his eyes at all.

He was the one who had tripped her, and he was also the one who had helped her to stand.

Vivian was on the verge of exploding, and just as she was about to launch into a frenzy, he suddenly

flung away her arm and walked forward in big strides.

Vivian couldn’t find an outlet for her anger. She could only stomp the floor vehemently before breaking

into a chase.

Outside the suite, Clarence was holding a phone with one hand, and he had typed a number on his

dial. However, he didn’t call the number.

At the thought of Stella’s reminiscence of her Puppy Love at the press conference, he couldn’t help

feeling that this woman was really unruly.

With the age she was at now, it was laughable for her to still talk about her Puppy Love.

With this thought in mind, he felt even more and more reluctant to call this number. Clarence shoved

his phone into his pocket, and in the next second, a blow suddenly landed on his face.

He staggered backwards while trying to wipe off the blood stain on his lips. He looked up coldly.