It was strangely quiet in the room, after a while, Caesar said, "Mr. Conrad, you are accusing me of something I didnât do. I donât even know anyone called Lyndon, and I donât understand why you are seeing me like this."
Clarence laughed quietly, "You might not know, but Lyndon James wouldnât want to take the blame all by himself."
"Well, we will see then."
As soon as Clarence finished his words, one of his subordinates quickly walked over, who told Clarence something by whispering.
Caesar was standing on the side and straightening his suit. He looked very calm.
When Clarence looked at him again, his face seemed a bit colder. He said, "Nice move."
Caesar only smiled without saying anything.
Clarence looked away and left in stride.
After he was gone, Caesar looked at Elaine who was on the bed and then said, "Since you are here to take care of her, I am not worried and can leave now."
Darnell stood up and said, "You left the James family so long ago, are you not planning to check on them? It's the anniversary of your father's death in a few days."
When he heard this, Caesarâs face turned cold.
Darnell walked up to him, and asked calmly, "What? Have I hit your sore spot?"
Caesar looked him in the eyes, his voice carrying a trace of hostility, "I am not one of the James anymore, you have no right to talk to me like that."
"Really? But why do I have the feeling that you are still concerned about the James family."
"There is nothing for me to concern about."
"True, you had a quite shameful past there."
Caesarâs facial muscles were tensed. He held his clenched fists on the side of his body.
Darnell didnât speak again. He turned around and picked up Elaine that was sleeping, and left.
When he reached the door, Caesar suddenly said, "Do you think what the old man did before he died left him a clear conscience? Donât forget that without him or the James family, Justin Conrad wouldnât be paralyzed all these years, and Clarence Conrad wouldnât be where he is today."
Darnell tilted his head to look at him impassively, "Do you want me to pity you mentioning all this, or feel guilty? Sorry to disappoint, but I have neither."
After saying so, he left.
Caesar looked at his back, his fists were clenched so tight that his veins were showing.
When Elaine woke up, she still felt dizzy. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, and found the surroundings rather strange.
She looked around, and her eyes finally came to focus.
As soon as she saw what was above her, she was startled.
She subconsciously screamed.
Darnell didnât even look at her while saying, "If you are awake, get up and walk down here."
"No, no..." Elaine had trouble speaking, "I feel so dizzy, and I am so weak..."
She just raised her arm again, and felt that she had used up all her strength.
Darnell said, "Then shut up."
Elaine had no choice but to give in.
She quietly closed her mouth.
There were quite a lot of people that gathered downstairs, and even the police were there.
It was a rainy night, and it was going to be extra long.
The crowd were murmuring...
"This person died a horrible death. He fell from such a high place."
"Oh, I saw it with my own eyes. I even heard how his bones cracked when he landed."
"He looked old enough to pass the impulsive stage. What's on his mind?"
"Hey, do you think he looked a bit familiar?"
"Since you mentioned it..."
"I knew it! Isnât he the president of the Steward Group? The one who ran away?"
...
When Clarence arrived at the rooftop, it all ended.
Lyndon jumped and died in that moment.
Stella was standing there, staring down, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Clarence went to her and put his jacked on her shoulders, "Donât look."
Stella came back to herself and looked at him, "Have you done everything on your end?"
"Darnell already took Elaine."
Stella breathed deeply, and her head drooping, "As long as sheâs okay."
After a while, she grabbed Clarenceâs arm, "What about Sherry? Is she okay?"
Sherry was standing not too far away from her, and waved, "Stella, I am here."
Stella was finally rest assured.
Clarence grabbed her shoulders and looked outside, "Letâs go."
Ten minutes ago.
Lyndon was about to attack Stella, when Vincent arrived with his people.
Lyndon climbed over the fence because that was his planned way of getting out, from there he would jump on the balcony, but he noticed that the fence was cut off by someone.
He didnât even have the time to be shocked when he already fell from the height of a few hundred meters.
Lyndon might have never expected that after so many years of scheming, he was set up by someone else and would end in such a way;
When they were in the car, Clarence held Stellaâs cold hands, and said to the driver, "Hurry up."
Stella was leaning on him, and said, "I never thought he would die like that."
His death was too easy and too surprising when she thought about all the hate that she had for him.
Clarence hugged her, "That is his retribution."
Stella closed her eyes, "No matter what, itâs good that he is dead. The revenge is finally done."
Clarence gently rubbed her head, and said, "Were you afraid?"
"No. When I saw him, all I thought about was that he had taken someone elseâs identity for a whole life. With his death, both Lyndon and Charles James are gone from this world."
That Steward family would also be nothing but a memory from now on.
After a while, Stella asked, "Oh right, have you found Daniel?"
"No." Clarence said, "They were giving up on Lyndon, thatâs why they did this tonight."
Stella frowned, "If we cannot get enough money, Daniel will still be in danger?"
"Donât get upset. We still has one day left."
"But Sherry... why was she here?"
They had figured out that the whole thing was not as simple as Caesar taking Elaine, but they had no idea what he was going to do.
So they were just playing along in this show.
But Stella didnât expect that Sherry would be part of it.
Clarence said, "Lyndon used Danielâs phone to send her a message telling her to come. But Lyndon had no interest in her. He just wanted to get you there. But she was smart and called Emmett."
Thanks to that when she arrived at the building, she didnât just rush inside recklessly.
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