After resting for another night, Stella got much better from the cold.
However, she had slept too much the previous day. Hence, in the morning, she woke up at eight oâclock.
When Stella walked downstairs, Dolores was preparing breakfast. She probably didnât expect that Stella would get up too early today, âMorning, Stella. Wait for a moment. The breakfast would be ready soon.â
âItâs alright, Ms. Anderson. Iâm not hungry yet. Iâll have a walk outside.â
âOkay. Come back on time.â
âSure.â
It was getting cooler recently. Although a trace of sunshine fell through the cloud, she didnât feel warm.
The bridge was covered with golden leaves, symbolizing the arrival of autumn.
Stella walked slowly. When she was reaching the door and about to enter, she was pulled by someone from the back.
She turned around, âHi, Ms. Beckham?â
Evelyn peeped into the house in secret, and then she made a gesture to shush Stella. She dragged Stella into her house.
Stella was confused and asked, âMs. Beckham, whatâs wrong?â
Evelyn closed the door and said, âStella, I want to ask you what kind of person do you think Mr. Conrad is?â
It seemed that Evelyn wanted to know more about Clarence. Stella was super interested in this subject.
She could keep bitching about the wretched man continuously for three days and nights.
After a thought, Stella asked, âMs. Beckham, why do you want to know?â
Evelyn said, âYou know he is Doloresâ son, right?â
Stella nodded.
âDonât you think itâs so coincident? This community was about to be torn down and rebuilt, but suddenly Doloresâ son showed up. He hasnât come to see his mother in the past twenty years at all. What an unfilial son!â
âWell...â
âIâve been thinking for a whole night yesterday. I found that there was a new fraud that targeted the elderly who live alone and donât have children.
The fraud will cheat the elderly for money with a fake identity.â
Stella was amused.
She wondered if Evelyn was way too good at imagination.
Evelyn was so worried, âOtherwise, how can it make any sense? He hasnât been in touch with Dolores in the past twenty years. Now the community is to be torn down and Dolores would get the compensation. He suddenly showed up. I donât think itâs normal.â
âWait... Ms. Beckham. Have you forgotten that Clarence... Mr. Conrad is the developer? I donât think he needs to cheat Ms. Anderson for her housing compensation.â
Evelyn was taken aback. She patted on her forehead, âOh, right! Iâve forgotten about this. I just wondered why suddenly Dolores has a son. But, in that case, itâs weirder. Since heâs so rich, itâs quite easy for him to find Dolores. Why hasnât he shown up in the past twenty years?â
Upon hearing it, Stella was a bit confused.
She didnât ask them what had happened back then. However, based on Justinâs words and Clarenceâs attitude, she could faintly guess that it was against Clarenceâs will when he was taken in by the Conrad family in the past.
Stella guessed that it was probably that Clarenceâs father cajoled, forced, or bribe Ms. Anderson to give Clarence to him. All mothers in the world wished that their kids would be leading worry-free lives, so Stella guessed that Ms. Anderson moved in such a circumstance.
Upon realizing it, Stella couldnât help wondering what she would do if she were Dolores.
If one day in several years, Clarence suddenly changed his mind, asked her to give back his child, and asked her to disappear as far as possible, Stella wondered what she should do.
Evelyn poked her, âStella, what are you thinking about? Donât you think my words make any sense?â
Stella came back to her senses, âOh, nothing. Well, Ms. Beckham, Mr. Conrad is truly Ms. Andersonâs son. They were like each other in terms of their characters.â
âIâm not worried. Itâs just that Dolores has been staying here for decades and no family has ever visited her. Sheâs quite lonely and leading a difficult life. Iâm worried that she was cheated.â
Stella smiled, âNo worries, Ms. Beckham. She wouldnât.â
Evelyn nodded âOh, by the way, I donât know what happened. Alex suddenly moved out without informing the neighbors. You guys...â
âMs. Beckham, I gotta go back for breakfast. Bye.â
Stella trotted out of her house like a rabbit. Evelyn sighed, âSilly girl...â
...
Probably it was because Dolores was at home, Clarence was restrained. He didnât use Stella as using a maid earlier. Finally, Stella had time to deal with her own work.
Recently, Modestyâs new design was in the market, which had good sales, too. With Conrad Groupâs help, she became more unrestrained. In SG Jewelry Magazine, except that Stanford could suppress her, she was quite arrogant that she looked down on everyone else.
Sherry was quite stubborn and unwilling to submit. They had several arguments recently. Modesty even said to her arrogantly, âWhen your design could be displayed on the international stage, you have the right to talk to me.â
Upon hearing it, Sherry rolled up her sleeves and almost threw Modesty a punch. Other coworkers stopped Sherry.
âIâm so speechless. Hasnât she just studied in Paris for a few years? The opportunity was given to her because you dumped it. Look at her! Others who donât know the inside story would even think that the fashion week was held for her particularly.â
Stella was drawing her draft while answering the call, âMind your wording. I didnât dump it. I was forced to give up.â
On the other end of the line, Sherry heaved a sigh, âAs the old saying goes, 'A man who loses position and influence may be subjected to many indignities.' By the way, Modesty Parker always told others that she was from a rich family, doesnât she? Sometimes when she speaks, she would speak English words. The other day, her father came to our company looking for her. Until then, we all got to know that she wasnât from a rich family at all...â
After bitching about Modesty to Stella, Sherry was in a better mood. She continued, âI went to see Chan in his university. He enjoys studying there. I wondered if you asked Clarence Conrad, the wretched man, for help.â
Stella was quiet for a moment and then answered, âI truly didnât know who else I could ask for help on this matter.â
âThatâs right. He is the only one who can do this kind of thing by using his power. At least, he has finally done something humane. Ah, he is so petty and seeks revenge for the smallest grievance. How did he promise to help you?â
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 97: It Could Be My Fault An Eight-year-old Princess ï¤Chapter 1410 Go And Return Quickly Critic ï¤Chapter 105: Missing Drake Stella couldnât utter a word suddenly. Just now, when she turned around, she found that Clarence was standing behind her. With a glass of milk in one hand, he stood with the other hand in his trousers pocket, gazing at her coldly.
Sherry waited a long time but she didnât get Stellaâs reply, so she thought something wrong with the call, âHello? Stella? Are you there?â
Stella put on a wry smile, âHaha... Heâs quite easy-going and not petty...â
âEasy-going? The wretched man has a sharp tongue, always barking. I donât think he speaks a human language.â
âNot really...â
Stella panicked and wanted to find her phone that was covered by the draft papers. Unexpectedly, Clarence put the glass of milk on the desk, turned her chair, and bent over slightly. With his hands supporting on the armrests and gazing at her, he said in a low and calm voice, âWhy donât you tell her how I promise to help you?â
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