Clarence looked colder. He looked up at Emmett, “Fuck off.”
Emmett turned around and cast a glance. Then he withdrew his gaze, “Mr. Conrad, I heard you call
Stella just now. Do you know each other?”
“None of your business.”
“But I can tell that Stella didn’t want to meet you, Mr. Conrad. In that case, why do you have to force
her?”
Clarence sneered, “Did she tell you in person that she didn’t want to meet me?”
Emmett was speechless.
She didn’t.
But her behaviors told him obviously.
However, Emmett didn’t want to make the way.
When they were stalemated, Clarence saw a figure out of the corner of his eyes. He indifferently called,
“Sherry Perry.”
That figure stiffed and then sped up to escape.
Clarence called in a colder tone, “Sofia Cooper.”
Sherry choked up.
She had a hunch that this name would be with her forever.
She dared not to escape anymore, afraid that Clarence the wretched man would get even with her
later. With a wry smile, she moved over reluctantly, “Hahaha... Mr. Conrad, how are you doing? I
wondered who was calling me just now. It turns out to be you, the most handsome Mr. Conrad. You are
so stunning that I couldn’t recognize you just now.”
Nathan thought to himself, ‘What an ass kisser! She’s better than me in doing so.’
Emmett calmed down and asked, “Sherry, do you know Mr. Conrad?”
Sherry was about to answer, but suddenly she recalled that she aimed to matchmake Stella and
Emmett. How could she tell Emmett that Clarence was Stella’s ex-husband? She lost her tongue and
couldn’t utter a beep.
Right then, Nathan took the chance and walked to her, “Excuse me, Ms. Perry. I contacted you earlier.”
Sherry was taken aback, “Earlier?”
Nathan answered, “Yeah. Half an hour ago.”
Sherry choked up.
She was wondering how come the wretched man could have appeared here. It turned out that she was
trapped.
Sherry digested the information and her brain worked fast. Then she said to Emmett, “Mr. Conrad is the
client of our studio. He came to ask Stella to design a necklace. Emmett, you can go back to the box.
I’ll talk to Mr. Conrad about the design and go back later.”
Upon hearing it, Emmett was relieved. He nodded in agreement and turned away.
After he was gone, Clarence said impatiently, “Call her to come back.”
In front of the aggressive stress from capitalism, Sherry could only compromise. In Clarence’s
presence, she dialed Stella’s number. She whispered, “Stella, the client who called me earlier has
arrived...”
The next second, she let out a hollow laugh, “What a coincidence! The client turns out to be Mr.
Conrad... What? You’ve already gone home because of your tummy. Okay. What a pity. I guess Mr.
Conrad is kind enough to understand it...”
Before Sherry finished her words, her cell phone was snatched.
Clarence said in a cold tone, “Come to me in five minutes. Or your friend can’t go back.”
Stella was speechless.
The wretched man was always good at threatening her.
After hanging up the phone, Stella had to come out from the corner of the corridor.
When she answered Sherry’s call, she didn’t talk at all. Sherry was speaking all by herself.
It was quite obvious - Clarence came over from their studio. Sherry was reminding her to escape.
Thinking of that, Stella couldn’t help frowning, wondering if the wretched man was still on his right mind
recently.
In the end, Stella stood in front of Clarence at the very last second of the five minutes he offered.
Suppressing her anger, she asked calmly, “Mr. Conrad, why are you doing this?”
Clarence was unhappy, “Is this your attitude to your client?”
Stella didn’t answer.
Sherry suggested, “Mr. Conrad, look. It’s not quite convenient for us to talk here. Why don’t we find a
place to sit down and discuss?”
She was worried that if Madison saw this scene, the woman might raise some rumors again.
The most important was that Sherry’s main purpose was to matchmake Stella and Emmett. She
couldn’t make her effort in vain because of Clarence.
Clarence glanced at Nathan, and the latter immediately went to find a place.
Two minutes later, the manager of the hotel came out and led them to the VIP lounge.
On the way, Sherry whispered, “Stella, we’ll offend the God of Wealth if we sent away the client coming
to use. Anyway, the wretched man doesn’t lack money. You can ask him as much as possible.”
Stella gradually calmed down. Judging from Clarence’s expression, he didn’t plan to let go of her easily.
She might not be able to send him away pretty soon.
In the lounge, Stella tabbed to open the notepad on her cell phone for the record, “Mr. Conrad, what do
you want us to design for you? A necklace? A bracelet? Earrings? Or others...”
Clarence answered indifferently, “Whatever.”
Stella held back her anger and wrote down the word on the notepad.
She continued, “What kind of style do you like, Mr. Conrad?”
“Whatever.”
“Okay, Mr. Conrad...”
“Whatever.”
Stella put down her cell phone and looked quite aloof, “Mr. Conrad, if you are making fun of me
purposely, you use another way. You don’t need to waste your time here. So boring.”
Clarence pressed his thin lips, “Sorry for that. You can ask me again.”
Stella choked up.
Inwardly, she cursed the wretched man.
Stella said, “Mr. Conrad, I wonder what else you want to get from me until now. Or, aren’t you happy
because I’ve only lost a child? You want me to lose my job so that you could let go of me completely?”
Clarence remained expressionless. He ignored what she said directly, “I don’t have any requirements
on the design. As long as you like it.”
Stella was speechless.
He must be nuts.
Clarence stood up to leave. Before that, he said, “Stella, what I want from you isn’t what you’ve thought
of. When you are willing to give it to me, you’ll know what I want.”
After he opened the door, Sherry and Nathan, who were all ears to eavesdrop, immediately took a few
steps back.
Sherry coughed, “Mr. Conrad, we have a lot of orders and your order will be waiting in line for several
months. Hence, you might need to wait for a while...”
Clarence hummed. Without saying anything else, he turned away.
Nathan immediately followed him.
After they were gone far, Sherry entered the lounge. Seeing that Stella was in a daze sitting on the
sofa, she waved her hand in front of her, “Stella, is everything all right?”
Stella came back to her senses. Shaking her head slightly, she answered, “Everything’s fine. Let’s go.”
Sherry only overheard their conversation roughly outside, so she couldn’t comment on anything.
Immediately, she changed the subject, “How did you like chatting with Emmett earlier?”
Stella confused, “Why?”
“I meant... do you have any topics in common?”
Stella was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she said, “There’s something wrong with you,
Sherry.”
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