Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Stella suddenly had a hunch that Charles was purposely bringing her here.

He must have two motives for doing this.

The first one was to pry out the location of her mother’s grave, and to force her to kneel down in front of

his wife like what they were about to do now.

If she didn’t agree to do this, he would have reason to brand her as an unfilial daughter, which gave a

boost to this argument that she must have a motive for entering the Steward family.

She had to give up on her personal feelings for now, seeing that she should value the bigger picture.

If she wanted to find out more information, she couldn’t get herself shunned by the Steward family at

this moment.

If she needed to kneel down, she would just do it. It’s not the end of the world.

She even addressed Jeffrey as her dad for some time before this too.

Just as Stella was about to kneel down, a sound broke her actions, “Mr. Steward, Ms. Radomil.”

Charles and Stella both turned in the direction of the voice.

They never anticipated bumping into William here.

William had a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he flashed a smile, “Are you here to give your

prayers?”

Charles was obviously irritated at his interjection, but he tried to maintain his composure, “Mr. William,

why are you here?”

William answered, “I am here to visit an old friend. It’s a coincidence to bump into you here.”

Then, he turned his attention to the tombstone in front of Stella and studied the woman with a smiling

face, “Who is this person?”

Charles had a distant look in his eyes, “It’s my wife.”

“So it’s Mrs. Steward. Sorry for not being able to recognize at first glance.”

Charles waved his hands dismissively, “You don’t have to bother yourself with me, Mr. William.”

William slightly nodded before greeting Stella in the process. Then, he continued to walk forward.

Immediately after that, Charles’ subordinate who was waiting outside hurried over and whispered

something into Charles’ ears. His face immediately became ugly.

Charles glanced at Stella and sounded hesitant, but in the end he said abruptly, “I have some matter to

attend to, so I need to go now. You can remain here and accompany her.”

After saying that, Charles left in big strides.

When he reached the door, he turned around and stole a glance before giving his subordinate an

instruction, “Keep an eye on them.”

Stella continued to stand rooted to the spot as she looked like she was in a trance, her eyes glued to

the photograph on the tombstone.

Only after some time did William’s voice break the silence, “Ms. Radomil.”

Stella returned to her senses, “Mr. William.”

William flashed a smile as he nodded in her direction, his eyes continued to fix themselves on the

tombstone, his thoughts unfathomable. After some time, he continued, “Ms. Radomil, you resemble

your mother a lot.”

Stella replied, “I can’t remember her face anymore. Every time I see the photos, memories would come

back to me little by little, but everything is like a dream, fleeting and temporary.”

Because of this, every time she laid eyes on her mother’s photos, for her she was only looking at a

stranger’s face.

William continued, “You will remember her one day.”

Stella drooped her head and then she regained her composure and raised her head again, “Mr.

William, are you doing visiting your old friend?”

“I am done. Our meeting is such a coincidence today. If I know that Mrs. Steward’s grave is in this

place too, I would have come sooner.”

Stella simply laughed, “You don’t have to trouble yourself. We still can’t be fully sure who is actually

buried here.”

Upon hearing that, William simply glanced inquisitively at her but he said nothing.

He then said, “Shall we leave now, Ms. Radomil?”

Stella nodded, “Yes.”

After leaving the cemetery, William was about to offer to send Stella away but he was interrupted by

Charles’ subordinate who hurried over, “Ms. Radomil, the car is parked just right there.”

It seemed that Charles was good at keeping up appearances. He didn’t just leave her here alone.

Stella told William, “Mr. William, then I will take my leave now.”

“See you again.”

Stella instructed the driver to send her back to her workshop.

When the subordinate finished sending her back, he returned to the Steward family house.

Charles was sitting coolly in the study as he asked with an indifferent face, “What did they say to each

other?”

The subordinate repeated what he had heard in the cemetery to him.

Charles frowned and mulled over those words and found that their conversation was nothing out of the

ordinary. It was a normal conversation.

The subordinate asked, “Master, are you suspecting Stella for summoning William there?”

Charles answered, “There is no way she suddenly would learn of those things from the past. And

based on her tone, it seems that she is sure of my identity.”

“Then, why did you…”

“If things escalate at this juncture, things would only get worse and more bothersome.” Charles

narrowed his eyes, “Furthermore, there is still that Clarence behind her.”

Charles knew that the most pivotal thing here was to prevent more secrets of the Steward family from

spreading out. If that were to happen, the whole Steward family would encounter a destructive

consequences. By then, he wouldn’t be able to remedy things by just pushing out two of his high-

ranking officials to be the scapegoat.

Stella was the best choice here. Since she had presented herself to him willingly, then she couldn’t

blame him for what was about to happen next.

The subordinate continued his report, “However, I didn’t get anything substantial out of William’s side

after some investigation. I think you should…”

“The key thing here is that everything seems to be normal on his side.” Charles clicked his tongue,

“There is no way he didn’t hide anything dirty or employ any unscrupulous means for someone who

was able to expand his company to that size. Even for Clarence, in his competition with Dempsey

Conrad, he had vanquished many of those in the party opposing him. As for William, with nobody

backing him, he is able to sit comfortably on top of his position today. Do you think that’s possible?”

The reason Charles had agreed to this collaboration was because for one thing, he acknowledged the

potential of William’s company, and another thing was to show those who were eying the Steward

Group that everything was fine and their projects were all going on according to date. Of course, he

was also doing this to test William.”

After a while, Charles continued, “Go look into that friend he has visited today. Tell me what kind of

identity that person has, and also tell me if you can’t get any information too.”

His subordinate nodded in agreement before leaving.

The door of the study was shut again. Charles took out the pocket watch from his drawer, and there

was something cold about his expression now.

He was able to brave through such a close call last time and achieved what he had today. How could

he allow those unscrupulous people to snatch everything away from him now?

…

At night, Stella received an e-mail from the organizer.

The title for contention had just been revealed.

“Confession.”

The requirement was to construct something touching and romantic yet at the same time

straightforward and simple.

It was not a difficult topic. The strength of the outcome would depend on the designer’s understanding

and strength.

The duration of competition would be one week. Besides the final graphic, the designer also had to

construct the scene in the image, and then he or she had to send everything to a location designated

by the organizer at seven o’clock, one week from now.

There wasn’t much time left for her although it was a one-week deadline.

All Stella could think about was the encounter in the cemetery this afternoon. She couldn’t focus on her

design, and she didn’t have any inspiration at the moment.

By the time she raised her head and rubbed her eyes, it was already dark out there. The sky was

drizzling now.

Perhaps this was because of late spring coldness, as the weather was cold in the past two days.

Stella stood up to get herself some water.