Sherry ignored him, dragging Stella away with a gloomy face.
Seeing this, Daniel could only slow down and stop where he was.
After leaving the neighbourhood, Stella asked, “Did… something else happen to you guys again?”
Sherry sneered and told Stella the whole story about the umbrella.
Stella was voiceless.
After a long silence, she was surprisingly wholly at a loss for what to say.
Sherry said, “I’ve already think that he has a problem in his head. I think he is deliberately targeting me.
Seriously, didn’t I just be nice to him a few times when he just moved over here? He actually holds a
grudge until now. What’s wrong with him?”
Stella said tentatively, “What if he was just making conversation? He probably didn’t really expect you
to go to the airport to look for the umbrella.”
“That would be even more repulsive! You said he was pursuing Phoebe, so what was he trying to talk
to me? Does he think I’m the kind of person who comes and goes when called upon? Although this is
something flexible depending on facial attractiveness, but it’s just not like him.”
Stella touched her eyebrows as she said with a gasp.
After walking to the car and putting the luggage inside, Sherry calmed down, “Forget it, I won’t bother
with him. Anyway, after today, we definitely won’t have the chance to meet in this lifetime.”
Based on her own experience, Stella actually wanted to say that the sooner you declared something,
the faster you had to eat your words.
Typically, the more you didn’t want to see someone, the more you would see them.
Putting away her luggage, Sherry told the movers to just follow her car.
She set off humming along happily.
Sherry’s new house wasn’t much further away as the studio was just nearby, just a twenty-minute drive.
But to avoid Daniel, with the studio as the centre, the two were entirely in the opposite direction.
By the time they finished moving, it was already off-hours, and Stella went straight back to the Steward
family.
Since yesterday’s lesson, she kept her essential things with her before she left. The stuff on her desk
looked haphazardly arranged, but there was her own pattern placing it.
She could definitely tell if her things were moved.
When Stella got back and had a look, everything was normal.
She took out a mini spy camera from her bag that she specially bought today and placed it in the
corner, just enough to record the whole room.
This device could be connected to her mobile phone and controlled remotely so that she would be able
to know precisely who had entered her room and what they had done.
After Stella finished everything, she saw her mobile phone was vibrating at the bedside when she just
came out of the shower.
On the screen was Clarence’s name.
Stella sat on the edge of her bed and slowly answered it, “It’s so late already, Mr. Conrad. Can I help
you?”
Clarence said, “What are you doing?”
“I’m on a date.”
Clarence said, “What?”
He was unhappy, “Where? With whom?”
Stella leaned back on the bed, flipping through a magazine, and said lazily, “With a young handsome
man. Why would I tell you where I am?”
Clarence asked, “How young is he?”
Hearing the wretched man’s ridiculous words, Stella recalled the rollover accident last time. Her words
stuck in her mouth for a while before she replied, “Younger than you anyway.”
“You think I’m too old?”
“No way, Mr. Conrad. You’re so charming and many young girls want to call you their husband…”
Clarence interrupted her, “Jealous again?”
Stella was speechless.
She wasn’t easily envious of others, but just to annoy him!
Clarence laughed, “I only have one wife.”
Stella didn’t expect Clarence to say something that made sense on a rare occasion. She curled her lips
and asked after a moment, “About the news, did you find someone to do that?”
After the incident, Stella also figured out that it was probably because the Conrad family had been
arranging blind dates for Clarence, annoying him so much. So, he came up with such a plan to get rid
of it once and for all.
Clarence said, “The photo looks nice. If you like it, I can give you the original one.”
“No thanks.”
The photo that was taken at the Yue Lao Temple before was still left at her studio.
After a pause, Stella asked again, “Are you still at the Conrad Tower?”
Clarence responded with a hum, “There’s a lot to do recently.”
“Then…” Stella wanted to say something, but she took it back. She would just hold it until they were
done busy.
She said, “Then go ahead and get busy. I’ll go to sleep.”
Clarence said, “Is that all?”
Stella was puzzled, “Or else what?”
“There are so many girls that call me husband, aren’t you calling too?”
Stella was silent for two seconds before hanging up the phone straight away. This wretched man was
so shameless!
…
During the three days of staying at the Steward family, no matter it was Charles or Stella, both sides
remained in harmony on the surface, but something was hidden behind it.
Stella had already identified Charles’s study and bedroom location, while Charles had been secretly
investigating Stella’s past, trying to find out who was behind her or to find evidence to prove that all her
claims were false.
Just as both sides were secretly battling it out, the Young Designers’ Contest started as scheduled.
After arriving at the venue, Stella took her seat according to the organizer’s arrangement. Many people
immediately came over to greet her as she was already famous in China.
Stella saw Modesty from afar through the crowd.
After all, this was a designers’ competition. It was not surprising that she had come to participate.
Soon, the opening ceremony officially began.
The person in charge of the competition first greeted everyone in English before cutting to the chase
and introducing the competition rules without delay.
After he had finished, the interpreter came forward and gave a second introduction to the rules in
Chinese.
The competition was divided into three rounds, the preliminary round, the semi-finals, and the grand
finale.
The preliminary round was open to all, and the organizers would assign a unified theme the day before
the competition started.
Out of the many designers who entered the competition, only ten were able to enter the semi-finals.
Once in the semi-finals, the organizers would give ten topics based on each participant’s strengths and
specialized styles. Then, these ten participants would have to draw lots to determine their own topic.
And it was highly likely that they would draw the one they were not good at.
For this time, only three designers would make it to the grand finale.
This year’s grand finale was different from previous years in that no topic would be given.
It was up to the designers to use their own keen intuition to find out the hidden topic in these rounds
and complete their works on the spot. The organizers would also announce the results right away.
Once this rule was in place, the crowd of participating designers on stage, apart from the judges, were
all abuzz. Even if they were not happy with the arrangement of the competition, they had no other
choice.
The competition was challenging, and they could tell that the organizers had raised the bar.
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