Finally, the elevator stopped. Seeing Clarence walk out with Stella, the two people breathed sighs of relief, only to find their backs were sweaty.

Seemed like the anniversary party would be a battlefield.

Entering the banquet hall, Stella took Clarence’s arm, lowered her head, and smiled faintly.

He was always like this, fierce, intimidating, tough.

She believed that the two men might have PTSD when hearing the word “Conrad” in the future.

Since too many people were attending the anniversary party, even the largest banquet hall in the hotel couldn’t hold them all. Hence, the celebration occupied two floors.

The first floor was for employees of Conrad Group and its branches. The other floor was for celebrities from the business, politics, and entertainment circles.

Almost all attendees had arrived in the hall. They were holding glasses and socializing.

They stopped discussing in unison when they saw Clarence and Stella, staring at them with different expressions.

It was the first time for Clarence to show up after quitting Conrad Group one month ago.

Clarence tilted his head and glanced at them indifferently. The crowd withdrew their gazes, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Stella looked around. Within the crowd, she saw Chassell, who was talking to someone.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Clarence followed her gaze and asked, “What happened?”

Stella asked, “When did he come out of the hospital?”

“Several days ago.”

“It has been more than a month. He’s supposed to be recovered. But... why there are still scabby wounds on his face?”

Clarence said, “Probably he got beaten again.”

Stella withdrew her gaze, looking into Clarence’s eyes. Slightly tilting her head, she looked at him with questioning gaze.

Clarence explained calmly, “You are right. No one except Channing can do it.”

“Did he bother Winnie again?”

“Haven’t you heard a saying? A man could only behave himself when he was dead.” After a pause, Clarence added, “Of course, I’m the exception.”

“You're the last man on earth that would be the exception.”

Clarence choked.

Right then, probably Chassell sensed their gazes, so he turned around. His smile stiffened immediately, and his face turned cold with hatred. Quickly, he withdrew his gaze and continued to socialize as if nothing had happened.

Stella asked, “When will the charity banquet start?”

“At nine.”

“We need to wait for a long time, then.”

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