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Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 280: She Doesn’t Know You

On the way back to her studio, Stella walked quite carefully. Her intuition told her that someone was falling her all the way.

Fortunately, it was the daytime, and the person wasn’t so bold. Hence, she was only followed instead of getting any other harm.

After something happened to her studio and Channing, Stella became more alert than she used to be.

As soon as she arrived at the studio, she informed Channing, Sherry, and the two employees, asking them to be careful recently and better not to go out alone.

Upon hearing it, Sherry couldn’t help but cursed, “It must be Phoebe Steward again! That bitch is so hypocritical and disgusting! After such an incident, she still wants to harm you. Phew!”

Stella said, “No matter who’s behind it, he or she must have an evil intention. We all must be careful.”

After finishing her words, Stella turned around, only to find that Channing was frowning slightly and looking quite angry.

She asked, “Chan, what are you thinking about?”

Channing was bought back to his senses by her question, “Nothing. Stella, you should tell me if you want to go out from now on. I’ll accompany you.”

Stella smiled, “All right. It’s not that exaggerating. As long as we pay some attention, your school is open soon, and you should be careful as well. I don’t hope the thing last time would happen again.”

Channing didn’t speak. His thin lips parted a bit, but he didn’t utter any word.

In the evening, when Stella was about to close the studio door, Sherry poked her with her own elbow, “Stella, please leave the rest to me. The capitalist is here to pick you up.”

Stella was speechless.

She looked back, only to find the familiar Rolls-Royce was parked at the door of the studio.

Stella coughed, “Just ignore him.”

Sherry said, “You don’t need to be so polite to me. Hurry up and go. You have the guts to make him wait, but I don’t.”

Stella was pushed and dragged by Sherry out of the studio.

When she pulled the door of the car open, Clarence was on the phone. He turned to cast her a glance, hinting at her to wait for him.

Stella wasn’t in a hurry. She pulled out her cell phone, starting to play a game.

After a dozen minutes, Clarence hung up the phone. He asked, “What do you want to have for dinner?”

“Everything’s fine. I’m not so picky as you.”

Clarence raised his eyebrows, driving towards a restaurant.

After half an hour, the car was pulled over in front of a private cuisine.

A waiter led them to the VIP box on the second floor. They heard noises from the box next door. Stella paused her steps and looked over subconsciously.

The next second, a woman with a pale face ran out of the box.copy right hot novel pub

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