Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Freya raised her eyebrows, flickering the ash, “Mr. Barret, I agree with you. You and Clarence Conrad are two birds

of a feather. However...”

Chassell asked, “However?”

“However, you are a crow, but he’s an eagle.”

Before Chassell blew up, Frey continued talking business, “Please don’t be mad, Mr. Barret. I’m not here

deliberately making fun of you. You’ve underestimated Clarence Conrad. Mr. Barret, since you plan to gain

cooperation with Conrad Group alone, you should be fully prepared, right? I promise our cooperation could provide

you with the highest profit.”

Chassell squinted at her. After a moment of silence, he said, “I can work with you, but I have to conditions.”

“Tell me, please.”

“I want seventy per cent of the project profit,” said Chassell.

Freya smiled, “It’s not a problem. How about the other condition?”

Chassell answered, “I want to meet your boss.”

Freya’s smile was stiffened, fading away gradually.

Chassell knocked on the desk with his pen, “Why? Since we’ll cooperate, does the person behind you still want to

hide?”

“That’s not the case. His identification is quite special. We’re afraid it would bring you unnecessary trouble, Mr.

Barret,” Freya explained.

“Do I look like I’ve never experienced any trouble before?” Chassell said and put down the pen. He leaned against

the back of his chair, “If you even can’t agree to such a condition to show your sincerity, I don’t think we must

cooperate. I can look for another sincere partner.”

Freya put out the cigarette butt, “All right. I fully understand what you mean, Mr. Barret. I’ll pass your message to

my boss.”

“I look forward to your good news, then.”

Out of Chassell’s company, Freya went back to the hotel.

Caesar asked, “What did he say?”

“He wants to see you. Or he wouldn’t work with us.”

Caesar curled up his lips into a smile, “Of course, he wants to save himself another way out.’

“Do you want to meet him?” asked Freya.

Caesar, sitting on the sofa, said, “I remember he has a private jewellery exhibition centre.”

Freya lit up a cigar, “It seems so. His mother used to be a jewellery collector. She has collected a lot of jewellery.

After she passed away, Chassell put her collection in the exhibition centre.”

“Ask him to put the exhibition in public and invite people from all walks of life to see the exhibition. Besides, he must

send the invitations to all jewellery designers.”

“What’s your plan?”

“Both Stella Radomil or Clarence Conrad is quite cautious. Elaine stays with them as well. We can’t approach them

by normal means. Instead, we may cause suspicions. Hence, we must create opportunities to meet them.

Otherwise, it’ll take a long time for us to wait for the news.”

“I see. I’ll reply to Chassell now.”

When Chassell heard their conditions, his face darkened.

He compared the pros and cons. Reluctantly, he said yes and asked his subordinates to deal with this matter.

Three days later, an invitation card was sent to Stella.

Sherry approached and asked in curiosity, “What’s that?”

Stella opened the invitation card and took a look, “It seemed to be a private collector who wants to put his jewellery

collection to a public exhibition. A lot of jewellery designers have been invited.”

Sherry said, “That’s a good thing. Is it a charity?”

Elaine chimed in while drinking milk tea, “The rich are always like this. When they are idle, they will show off their

collections to satisfy their vanity.”

“How did you know so clearly?”

“Because my dad used to do the same things. He often invited his friends to appreciate his collected paintings and

antiques. Those things fully occupied our basement.”

Stella and Sherry were shocked, exchanging a glance with each other.

It was so lovely to be rich. Wealth meant happiness.

Sherry asked, “Will you go, Stella?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Recently, her design inspiration had dried out. She often had no idea what she was drawing.

Right now, there was a jewellery exhibition with a few pieces of jewellery that she had heard for a long time.

For an opportunity to take a closer look at them, she could hardly refuse as a jewellery designer.

Sherry could read her mind, “You should go. You must be quite bored when staying in the office all day long. It’s

good for you to go out to see something new. Your mind would also be refreshed.”

Stella checked the time on the invitation card. It would be on Saturday, two days later.

She nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

Elaine widened her eyes expectantly, “May I go with you?”

Stella smiled and said, “Sure. Come with me.”

Sherry said, “I won’t join you then. Recently, the little fellow in my belly has been quite naughty. He might not feel

comfortable when I went to a crowded place.”

Stella said, “Okay. You should take a rest at home at the weekend.”

In the evening, Stella told Clarence about the exhibition during bedtime.

Clarence hummed gently, “Buy the jewellery you like. I’ll pay for the bill.”

Stella curled up her lips into a smile, “That’s a personal collection. They are not for sale.”

“That’s because the person who wants to buy them hasn’t offered enough money. Everything could be done by

money in this world,” said Clarence.

Stella was speechless.

That was Mr. Conrad’s true remark. Money could make friends.

Stella closed her eyes, “Let’s sleep.”

Clarence asked, “Have you decided where to go?”

“Not yet. There are still several days. Don’t rush.”

Clarence was speechless.

He thought it for a while but still didn’t realize what he had said earlier offended her.

After a moment of silence, he said, “You’ll be on period soon, right?”

Stella opened her eyes, “How can you remember it so clearly?”

“Because you always blew up on me before that.”

While chatting, Clarence’s hand reached into her pyjamas. He said in a low voice, “Carpe diem, baby.”

Before Stella uttered a word, her lips were sealed by his.

It was midnight when they ended.

Stella came out of the bathroom. She sat at the desk, sleeplessly.

Clarence walked to her, “The wedding gown designer sent me two new designs. You can check if you like either of

them. If not, ask her to send us more.”

Stella looked over at him, “I can understand why so many people curse you behind your back.”

Clarence looked at her in silence.

Stella continued, “If you were my client, I would rather quit my job.”

Clarence bent over and pinched her chin, squinting, “I dare you to repeat it.”

Stella smiled, curving her eyes, “I’m praising you.”

Then she picked up her tablet, “I’ll take a look at the design drafts. Honestly speaking, I’ve been serving my client

for such a long time. It feels so good to be a client sometimes.”