Clarence said flatly in a business tone, “I have a gambling party tonight. Can you go with me?”

Stella was a bit stunned. She then nodded her head, “Okay.”

“Can we have dinner now?”

Stella laughed drily and returned the document to him, “Mr. Conrad, it depends on you.”

Clarence leaned against the chair and closed his eyes.

Two minutes later, Stella’s phone rang.

It was a call from Emmett.

Stella turned her head to take a glance at Clarence. She didn’t know whether he had fallen asleep or not. After hesitating for several seconds, she picked up her phone.

Emmett said, “Stella, Sherry told me what has happened. Do you need my help?”

Stella subconsciously wanted to decline him, but she changed her mind at the next moment, “Okay, thank you.”

Clarence slowly opened his eyes.

After ending the call, Stella turned to look at Clarence and her eyes met with his calm and unfathomable eyes in the air.

Clarence shifted his gaze and said in a flat tone, “We arrive. Get off the car.”

Originally, Stella had planned not to eat anything. However, for a person who hadn’t had lunch, watching another person having dinner in front of her was a total torture.

She took a deep breath and then walked out of the restaurant to buy something to eat.

Looking at her back, Clarence asked expressionlessly, “What’s in her mind?”

Nathan, who stood aside, didn’t know how to reply it.

Stella had showed her attitude clearly – she wanted to make a clear break with Clarence.

Even though Mr. Conrad tried his best to create a chance to get along with her, it wouldn’t work for too much.

Stella’s mind was simple. Now that she couldn’t evade meeting that wretched man, she would face it calmly.

Clarence suddenly stood up and followed Stella out of the restaurant.

Outside of the restaurant…

Stella just bought a packed food from a convenient store. When she sat at the table, split the disposable chopsticks and prepared to enjoy her dinner, someone suddenly pulled aside her food. At the next moment, he snatched her chopsticks.

Stella was astonished while at the same time annoyed, “Mr. Conrad, aren’t you having dinner?”

“It tastes bad.”

“It’s such a high-end restaurant. How could its dishes not be delicious?”

Clarence retorted in a flat tone, “Then why didn’t you eat the food?”

Stella, “…”

Clarence ignored her and picked up the food she bought just now with the chopsticks he snatched from Stella just now.

Stella felt that she almost died of anger.

She pressed her lips together, walked into the convenience store and bought another packed food again.copy right hot novel pub