Since their words seemed final, Stella didn’t continue rejecting as she said, “Alright.”
After a pause, she asked again, “What time tomorrow?”
Charles replied, “Tomorrow morning I will go to the company, and after everything’s over, I will go get
you. Coincidentally I have never been to your workshop too.”
When he mentioned the workshop, Stella’s brows slightly knitted.
Was he threatening her?
Charles got up, “This settles it. I will go back to my room now.”
Stella lightly nodded and waited for him to disappear out of view before going upstairs.
Even if he wanted to threaten him, she could only navigate things one step at a time.
Charles just didn’t have the chance to visit her workshop. It was not like he didn’t know the location.
The whole night, Stella found it hard to fall asleep. She didn’t know where Charles would bring him, and
this brought her a bad feeling.
At eleven in the morning the next day, Charles did what he had promised as he appeared at her
workshop.
Stella went out to see him when she heard him saying, “Can I come in and take a look around?”
There was no way she could reject him with the way he was asking for permission.
Stella replied calmly, “It’s my honour to have Mr. Steward to be my patron.”
Charles marched into the workshop and after a little touring around, he stopped in front of her office,
“This is?”
Stella answered, “This is the place I usually do my work.”
Charles nodded noncommittally. There was no reason for him to barge in there now.
He looked at his watch and announced, “It’s almost time. Let’s go now.”
Before departing, Stella looked at Sherry to hint that she was going to go out now. Sherry replied her
with an OK gesture.
After they left, a few of the girls in the workshop gathered around, “Sherry, who is that person just now?
He looks like a rich and elegant man. Could it be that he is Ms. Radomil’s father?”
Sherry pouted, “Maybe he’s just good at pretending.”
“No, wait, I have a feeling that he has been here before…. Wait, no. It’s just that they feel the same, but
I can’t exactly remember who it was.”
Sherry turned her attention to that girl and she sounded curious, “They feel the same?”
“That’s right, they really feel like the same person. Their age is similar too. I wonder who that was.”
The girl was still racking her brain but in the end she couldn’t recall that person who felt like Charles
and who had also visited their workshop.
However, all Sherry could think about was Stella at the moment, so she didn’t put into heart that girl’s
words. She was thinking about her next step.
Just as she was about to fish out her phone and text Clarence, a familiar figure appeared at the
workshop.
The girl who was racking her brain immediately widened her eyes. She started to yelp right beside
Sherry, “He’s so handsome!”
“What are you talking about? There’s a handsome man here?”
When Sherry looked in the direction of the visitor, the smile on her face immediately vanished.
“…”
Why was this person so unrelenting?
Daniel walked to where Sherry was and coughed a little with his hand perched against his mouth, “Can
we talk?”
Sherry didn’t know what he was planning to do, and she was annoyed by him pestering her like that.
This was a good chance to make things clear once and for all.
She nodded and followed Daniel to outside her workshop. After taking in a deep breath, she began
coldly, “Stop looking for me from now on. Yes, I used to like you, but who doesn’t like a handsome guy?
I was just a little lascivious at that time, and there are some many handsome hunks in this world, it’s
not like you are the only one I can have. I have woken up from my delusions, and you don’t need to
keep visiting me anymore and using me as your backup, I am no longer…”
Daniel interrupted her calmly, “Did you misunderstand about something?”
Daniel paused a little before continuing, “I am here to ask about Ms. Radomil.”
Sherry tried to maintain her expression, “Oh, right?”
She was caught off guard! Damn it!
Daniel added, “It’s about the Designers’ Contest. Have she made up her mind about participating?”
Sherry replied, “Isn’t that something that’s set in stone?”
Daniel kept quiet for a moment before replying, “I got it. I will take my leave now.”
Sherry was befuddled.
Was something wrong with his head?
He purposely came in person just to ask something so shallow and straightforward.
Daniel stopped after taking a few steps, “Right, I didn’t see Ms. Radomil just now. May I know where is
she?”
Sherry’s eyelids jumped a little, “She has gone out.”
“With who? With Mr. Conrad?”
“She’s with the father of your future fiancée. He’s seemingly bringing her somewhere.”
Upon hearing that, Daniel’s face grew stern. He then nodded slightly before fleeing.
Sherry couldn’t help clicking her tongue. He had a huge reaction he was trying to hide upon hearing
about Phoebe. It seemed that he wasn’t lying about coming here to see Stella.
She was thinking too much.
…
The car continued moving forward for a long time before stopping in front of a tombstone.
After Charles had stepped out of the car, his drive immediately produced a stalk of flowers from the
boot.
Charles accepted the flower without saying a thing before making his way into the cemetery.
Stella followed him from behind, and she could guess where they were going.
In the end, he stopped in front of a tombstone and bent down to place the flower in front of it, “Since
you are claiming that Miranda is your mother, so you should come here to give some prayers.”
After hearing that, Stella simply smiled, “Mr. Steward, you’re mistaken about that.”
Charles turned his gaze at her but there wasn’t any changes in his expression, “Oh?”
“I told you before that my mother only passed away after giving birth to my little brother. That means
that the one resting in peace here is not my mother, and she has nothing to do with me too.”
Charles refuted, “Then where is your mother’s grave? According to what you claim, I should go visit her
too.”
Stella bit her lips without giving a reply.
Previously, Mr. Thomas has asked her the same question, but compared to his sincere concern for her,
Charles was just probing her to get something out of her.
Stella didn’t know where her mother buried. Besides not having any memories of her mother, she never
visited her grave since she was young, seeing that Jeffrey never brought her and Channing to that
grave.
It’s possible that Jeffrey was the only one in this world who knew where her mother was buried.
Charles could guess that Stella wouldn’t be able to answer him, so he continued. “Since you don’t
know where she is buried, then you should erect a tombstone here for her. It’s only natural for you to do
that and give your blessings and prayers.”
Stella didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t even know who had taken her mother’s place in the
car.
If her guess didn’t miss the mark and combined with what she learnt from outside sources, Lyndon
Steward had purposely backstabbed Charles, but in return his family was destroyed, but in reality it
was Lyndon faking his identity as Charles and lived on while her mother had ran way with her in tow.
The person lying underneath this tombstone could possibly be Lyndon’s real wife.
She would never give her prayers to a nemesis.
Charles said calmly, “Why, didn’t you claim that Miranda is your mother? But now you are reluctant to
even give your prayers?”
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