Stella felt rejuvenated and made an appointment with the Ted Group. Though there had been no opportunity, she had mentioned that she would like to invite Jeff Red to dinner. Riley mentioned that her brother appeared to be quite busy. During lunchtime, he could only spend thirty minutes with her. After researching Jeff’s eating preferences, Stella made a restaurant reservation. When she sent in the order, she was concerned once more. Her finances were insufficient. It was meant to be covered by the corporation, but she was afraid to ask them to pay because of the Andrew Group issue. How could she buy Jeff dinner now that she was broke? After giving it some thought, Stella called her step sister. She had not communicated with the Radomil family since her last departure, and they had not gotten in touch with her either. When Jenna got the call, she hung up. She feared Stella would want the money returned. Jenna declined the call, and Stella scoffed. Stella made the decision to w
Feeling down Stella was at a loss for words. Clarence was occasionally very nice to her, even if she claimed to have had a miserable time. It didn't look nice, but he was actually doing her some good. If she claimed not to have had a bad time, it would be because she was poor and limited in what she could do. "Sister?" When Stella realized what she was doing, she grinned and added, "Don't ask so much. Your buddies are still waiting for you, don't they? Proceed now." Jenna blinked and said, "Well, I have to leave." She inserted the thousand inside her pocketbook. "Go ahead, I am leaving too." Following her departure, Jenna took a bank card out of her wallet and gave her a sarcastic smirk while turning to face her back. "Stupid." She grinned after placing the bank card to her lips and giving it a kiss. "Two thousand is enough to make you touched, what a fool!" Jenna then turned to go after putting the bank card away. With a frown, Stella took a thousand back home. There was
Silently, time went on. The following day, Stella applied for funding from the finance department as soon as she got to the office. The employees in the financial department were first irritated and disliked her. “How can I apply without a sheet for you? And it requires time and a procedure." "Wasn't it said there is no such need?" asked a drab Stella. "Who told you?" the staff member responded, rolling her eyes. Are you brand-new to the business? Or do you believe you have a safety net that allows you to go wild?" Stella bit her lower lip after hearing that, her face turning pale. Clarence had told her to come, but the financial department staff was stating it differently now. What went wrong with it? Did Clarence mislead her, or was the staff finance department making things tough for her? After giving it some thought, she reposed her question, saying, "Well, have you made a mistake? Can I submit it ahead of time?" The employees gave her a chilly smile and gave her an id
The man wiped the perspiration from his brow, embarrassed by the inquiry. "No, you are close to Mr. Conrad, and this has always been the company policy. It must be crucial if you apply for money in advance. Our finance department is incapable of error." "But.." It was settled by John saying, "Here you are." Stella accepted it. "Thank you." "Don't expect I won't dislike you because you said thank you!" John said, "Although I have a back tor, but your way makes me sick." Stella "....." She was surprisingly respectful about it. Because she was straight, Stella was not irritated and instead grinned and said, "Thank you, I gotta go." John turned to gaze at his father disapprovingly when she left. “How come you gave her so much money, Dad? And supposing Mr. Conrad accuses us? I have to work really hard to make twenty thousand dollars." When he heard it, the man glared at him and commanded him not to act impulsively ever again. “I was summoned by Mr. Conrad's aide to perform
Her beautiful skin provided a striking contrast to the pale blue outfit that encased her slender figure. The airport lights softened her face and her waist-length hair fell over her shoulders. She was attractive, and Jeff remembered her from somewhere. Jeff stopped walking and stared at her. When he saw Stella, Ava, who had worked with Jeff for a long time, saw the drastic change. "Mr. Red, how are you doing? Will we actually be stealing her vehicle?" "Yes." After Jeff replied, they quickly arrived in Stella. She smiled at the sight of them. Stella had actually practiced this smile a lot before they arrived. Stella was anxious because he was the president of Red Group and had greatly aided her. "Hello, Red Group, I am Stella Radomil, assistant of Mr. Clarence of the Conrad Group." Instead of extending her hand when she introduced herself, she bowed down to him in a most modest way. "I've prepared the vehicle. If it's okay with you, you can have my automobile." "You can drive
It appeared as though a novice chef was serving her creations to the patrons. She grinned broadly as she saw how much the diners were enjoying the dish. It made Ava feel strange. What on earth was happening? "Sorry, l'm late." Abruptly a cold male voice spoke up. Stunned, Ava and Stella turned to watch the sound. Joseph pushed in the wheelchair-ridden but attractive Clarence in a black suit. Stella’s eyes widened in surprise at seeing him. For what reason was he here? By now, shouldn't he be at the company? And he'd assigned her the duty already. Did she make a mistake? She got up and walked over to him, terrified, remembering what had happened earlier. Jeff lifted his gaze to gaze at Stella as a result of her action. Then Jeff met the dim student, Clarence. Clare... Jeff pondered the outcome of the probe. He gave Clarence a sideways glance. "Mr. Conrad, if I had known you were coming, I would have," Ava exclaimed as she abruptly got to her feet. "I come over to see how thin
Stella remained still for a considerable amount of time. Riley appeared thrilled to have met her brother. Why did that occur? She was unable to comprehend. Riley got up the phone right away and hurried to the restaurant. After looking at the transfer record on her phone, Stella concluded that the amount should cover the bill. She kicked something and shoved herself forward as she turned to leave. Whoosh! The restroom door was immediately closed from the inside and then secured. Stella collapsed into Clarence’s arms. She looked up and saw Clarence in disbelief. "Why are you in this place? The women's room is this. How are you able to enter?" Unexpectedly, Clarence went inside the women's room and shut the door. Clarence said with a raised eyebrow, "My woman is here, why can't I come in?" The direct remarks caused Stella to blush. She discovered that ever since they'd had sex, this man had grown increasingly perplexing. He liked to cling to her all the time. With this thought in
"Oh, what are you doing?" Stella let out a loud cry and looked back to check what was happening to her back. "Don't move." Clarence scowled, not understanding why the zipper was broken. "Let me have a look." She was furious. In the event that the zipper broke, how would she escape? In this way, the idea of today's complex arrangement might be shattered. She was filled with rage and anxiety. "No need, Clarence , you did it on purpose, right?" When he heard that, he froze. His dark eyes remained riveted on her as he lifted his lids. "Is that what I am in your eyes?" "Or what?" She was furious, and her eyes were red. “As you may have noticed from my thorough preparation, this is the first time I have discussed cooperation since joining the Moore Group. Are you serious? Why do you act irrationally and claim that I entice men? You think I'm a slutty who seduces men, don't you?” Clarence’s eyes had darkened as she spoke in an angry tone. Her eyes reddened. She was going to turn a