"Mr. Conrad, according to the materials, Assistant Radomil was once abducted and sold when she was small." Clarence just so happened to notice the location that Joseph was referring to as his comments rang out. "Assistant Radomil was kept alone in a tiny, dim room since she was not like the other kids. According to the authorities, she was left alone in the room for three days without food or water, and nobody ever visited her." Clarence’s palm clenched silently at this. "The traffickers entered three days later and physically assaulted her. Assistant Radomil was critically ill and needed a lengthy period of time to recover when the police discovered her." Joseph hesitated here, his words coming out, "At that time, Assistant Radomil was only four or five years old." Clarence had the impression that something had smashed into his heart, crumpling the contents into a ball. "Mr. Conrad, are you all right?" Joseph reminded him. Clarence’s gaze shifted at the word and focused o
Clarence’s eyes burned instantly from the bright red blood. He released go of her subconsciously, but his eyebrows furrowed sharply as he said, "Damn, what is wrong with you?" She cowered down in the corner, ignoring the blood. Her eyes were filled with hate as she encircled herself in her arms. Clarence said with narrowed eyes, "You hate me?" Stella remained silent, but it was obvious that she hated Clarence from those looks. "Blaming me for what happened yesterday?" Clarence scoffed and peered at her bloodied waist. "You did not explain at all," he said in a chilly voice. “Is it wrong to put you in jail for a day?" Stella continued to look at him with indignation as she bit her bottom lip. Clarence was left with no choice but to say, "Come here." However, she remained still. Clarence’s eyebrows were furrowed, and his forehead veins were visible. His tone was icy and unambiguous, "I have a finite amount of patience.Are you going to irritate me or are you coming over by
This woman slapped him twice? How can she? Clarence nearly damaged her bones by pinching her jaw. Stella was in pain, and her face became pale immediately. "Why don't you throw me downstairs since you detest me so much? Or if you'd want, you could murder me. Why subject me to this constant humiliation?!" She chose to battle him through to the very finish, even though his large hand was squeezing her chin, causing her forehead to burn. "Humiliate?" Clarence’s eyes grew narrow. Did she feel humiliated by the kiss she received just now? Clarence, in reality, had no idea why he had kissed her. Her serene eyes seemed to have an aura as he drew nearer to her, and he kissed her without thinking. Then he gave it a go. She bit his tongue when he questioned what type of sorcery this woman possessed. "You are the first woman who dares to slap me!" "So what?" Fearing no death, Charlotte said. What was it he desired? Even if she survived, she would still have to lose half of her li
"Who are you to challenge me about this, Shawn? What connection does this have to you?" She retreated two steps to avoid coming into contact with him. It was only now that she discovered he was such an ostentatious guy; she had no idea what type of bewitchment she had been given previously or why she had been so loyal to him for two years! Was she being too foolish, or had he previously concealed himself too well? "Of course it has things to do with me!" Shawn moved ahead and seized her shoulders, asking, "How on earth were you able to date someone else so soon after our divorce? How come he would treat you like this? Did you fall in love with him a long time ago? He seems very wealthy. Did you spend time with him when we were married? You've always struck me as a kind woman, but I didn't realize how conceited and blatant you could be." Stella was taken aback! She found the man to be incredibly shameless as she gave him an incredulous look. Talking to him was becoming pointless.
Stella woke up in a neat and tidy room. A few sketches-like objects were put on the walls, and the space was extremely minimalistic yet stylish. It was cold, the wind blowing gently up the light gray curtains. She was where? Stella sat up gradually. She felt an ache in her arm and only saw that gauze was wrapped there when she looked down. "You're awake?" She opened her eyes to a friendly voice. She looked at Jude in shock when he entered the room and gave her a cup of warm water. "Have some water." After a moment of blank staring, Stella reached out and picked up the cup. Her lips were parched and she was definitely thirsty. She took the water and sipped it. Jude spoke "slowly." Stella moved to the rhythm of his speech. He was very kind! When she was done, she wanted to set the cup down. Jude also assisted her in wiping the wetness off the corner of her lips. Stella froze where she was. How was he going about it? Did he really put his finger to the corner of her mouth
Did he speak for Clarence ? No, Jude could not possibly speak for him. Clarence’s attitude toward him was generally not bad, but it was undoubtedly not good. "You and Clarence did not know each other before, you need a lot of time to sharpen between you." "You don't have to speak for him; I'm not crying because of him." Stella shook her head. Upon hearing this, Jude grinned and said, "Good, I thought you guys were at odds again." He was a little taken aback. She hung her eyes and ate soup without saying anything. Her hair was disheveled and she hung her head. She appeared to be very well-mannered. Jude lifted his hand and, unconsciously, reached to stroke her head, only to retract it before he could. He studied her for a moment, then turned to face his palm and withdrew his hand. Suddenly, Jude’s cell phone rang, so he pulled it out and said, "I'm going outside to take a call." "Mm." Stella was much more at ease once Jude left. She was not at ease even though Jude treate
She hurried over, fearing Clarence would misinterpret. However, she was surprised that he addressed Jude directly in that statement. She became enraged at this thought and shoved the door in. “Clarence, what are you thinking of me? Plaything or trash can? Can you discard me at will?" The three guys froze at the sudden presence of the female voice, and they all turned to face the door at once. Stella pulled open the door and walked in. The maid had brought out her light blue suit so she could change before she left. Her sophisticated demeanor was reflected in the blue outfit, which also made her fair complexion stand out more. Clarence did not expect her to arrive here and he was astonished. His eyes turned stern as soon as they met the blue suit she was wearing. This fucking woman! She never bothered to look at the massive pile of clothes in the closet that he purchased her. Was she dressed differently now? Jude’s got it for her, hehe? " Stella, why are you here?" Jude approa
Clarence’s campaign was overly bizarre. It wasn't until he calmed down that he felt uneasy. Unlike the lady who had pushed him earlier, the one in his arms was too silent. He bowed his head to look her in the eyes. Her eyes were as serene as a lake without waves, despite the rage and dismay that was present. What was happening? She didn't even respond when he treated her so rudely? "Clarence, are you jealous?" Stella asked as she blinked and looked at him for a moment. Clarence:..... Stella kept blinking as she gazed deeply into his eyes, as though she was attempting to read his emotions. "Are you?" When he failed to respond, Stella felt compelled to re-ask. Clarence: Alright. She questioned him calmly if he was jealous, even though he was rude and upset with her. With a low voice, Stella asked as she cast her gaze down at the ripped blue suit, "If you are not jealous, what are you tearing them for?" She was now clinging on Clarence, wearing only the snug clothing.