Meanwhile, the Stewardsâ Mansion.
Charles received a call from his subordinate, who reported that Stella had gone to Clarenceâs apartment. He asked them to keep an eye on her.
After hanging up the phone, Charles peered out of the window. He stood up, walked out of the study, and sat in the car that was parked in the garden.
The place where Jeffrey was locked up was a warehouse that was not far away from the Stewardsâ Mansion. In the past, it was used to store some old junk. In the recent few years, it was abandoned. Usually, no one would pass by this place. Hence, after Adolph had run away, Charles moved Jeffery here.
In the warehouse, Jeffery was lying on a single bed. Not far from him, a movie was played on an old TV.
It wasnât a messy place nor a clean one.
Food junks and newspapers were everywhere on the table and the floor.
Occasionally, a cleaner would come to clean up.
With his broken leg on the bed, Jeffrey was humming a song in leisure as if he didnât feel upset about being locked up here at all.
Shortly after, the door of the compartment was open. The slight of the street lamps fell in.
Jeffrey suddenly sat up, squinting at the person who entered.
Charles walked into the warehouse, and his bodyguard behind him immediately turned on the light.
Jeffrey could hardly open his eyes in the dazzling light. Raising his arm, he blocked it.
Charles cast a glance at his bodyguard, and the latter understood. He turned around, left, and closed the door of the warehouse.
Charles walked to Jeffrey, sitting on the sofa opposite, âHave you made up your mind?â
Jeffrey giggled. His fingers rubbed and made a posture to mean the money, âHavenât I told you? As long as you could give me this much money, Iâll answer whatever you want to ask.â
âYou are quite greedy.â
âI have to. Iâve been raising a money-losing proposition since her childhood. Finally, she married someone and could lead a good life. How could I know she was an ungrateful woman? She doesnât want to give me a penny at all. I must rely on myself.â
Charles said slowly, âArenât you afraid even you could get the money but you are unable to spend it?â
Jeffrey answered carelessly, âI donât care. Just give me the money. Even if Iâll die, I must die with the money in my arms. Iâll try my best to find better parents in my next life.â
Charles snorted, âYou are quite philosophical.â
âHee hee... As long as you give me the money, everything will be fine.â Jeffrey added, âYou wonât suffer a loss. Besides, I still have something for you.
As long as I got the money, Iâll be like a dead person and vanish in front of you. Iâll never show up in front of you again. If you donât give it to me, you canât blame me to expose your secret.â
Clarence remained calm, âWhat secret do I have?â
Jeffreyâs face, which was burned by the fire, twisted under the dim yellow light of the warehouse. His smile became creepy, âYou are not Charles Steward. Even if you are trying your best to imitate him, you are not him.â
Charles squinted, a murderous light flashing through his eyes.
Jeffrey said, âSince I dared to answer you, Iâm not afraid you will kill me. As for the man who has escaped a few days ago, you should still remember him. Iâve already told him about this secret. Once I died, he would disclose this secret in public. But, If I got the money, I'll split it with him. Anyone smart would like to do the deal. What do you say?â
âWill others believe you as long as you said Iâm not?â
âOf course I have the evidence.â Jeffrey grinned, âThe evidence is in my wifeâs graveyard. Charles Steward had never expected that his wife would marry me one day. Hahaha... When I die, Iâll tell him about it. I look forward to seeing his expression. It must be awesome!â
Charles stood up, looking at him as if he was looking at something dead, âOne more question, if you answer me, Iâll give you whatever you want.â
Jeffrey was quite generous, âLet alone just one question, even if you ask me a hundred, Iâll answer you.â
âWho is the father of Stellaâs younger brother?â
Upon hearing it, Jeffrey looked as if he had heard a joke. The scars on his face became more ferocious, âOf course I am.â
Charles asked, âAre you sure?â
âWell, your money isnât enough for me to answer this question.â Jeffrey showed him another number with his fingers, âGive me this amount as an extra, Iâll tell you.â
Charles didnât speak again. He left with a cold look.
Jeffrey leisurely lay back to the bed. Looking at Charlesâs receding figure, he yelled, âTurn off the light.â
Only the sound of closing the door of the warehouse responded to him.
Jeffrey could only drag his broken leg to turn off the light himself.
He peered out through the crack of the door, only to find that Charles sat in the car and left.
Jeffrey spat in his direction.
Inwardly, he cured about this faker.
Jeffrey was always hiding from the usurers, so he knew how to lie. Just now, he said he had told Adolph the secret, which was fake. He even believed that he couldnât make as much money as he expected. How would he be willing to split it with another man?
...
Back to the apartment, Stella drank a glass of water, feeling starved.
From the afternoon until now, she hadnât eaten anything.
She opened the fridge, only to find the ingredients that she had bought last time.
She decided to make do with them.
At least, she could make some food.
While she was getting some water, Clarence showed up behind her. He wrapped around her waist gently, âHow did you know I havenât had dinner?â
he asked.
Stella was amused.
She said, âIâm cooking for myself.â
Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again ï¤Chapter 439: Probably I Was Blind An Eight-year-old Princess ï¤Chapter 1410 Go And Return Quickly Clarence raised his eyebrows, âArenât you on a diet so you donât have dinner?â
Stella indeed had said that before. Occasionally, if she had some snacks in the afternoon, she wouldnât feel hungry at night. Then she wouldnât be on diet in the evening.
âI was just saying. Donât take it so seriously.â
She answered in the way that the wretched man always spoke to her.
Clarence said, âOkay, I see. If you say you donât want it, it means you want it actually.â
Before Stella could retort him, he pulled over her shoulder, opened his mouth, and bit on her lips.
Feeling the pain, Stella wanted to push him away. Clarence grabbed her raised waist, pressing her against the marble worktop.
After the long kiss ended, Stella panted, âYou are too annoying. Iâm still cooking. Leave me alone!â
Clarence curled up his lips. He took a step back and left her some space.
Stella turned around. After a moment, she said suddenly, âYou said Amanda Bryon and her family will move abroad. Have they left already?â
Clarence leaned against the wall next to her and answered indifferently, âNot yet.â
Stella looked over at him, asking in confusion, âWhy not?â
âHavenât I told you before? Itâs not that easy to migrate abroad. Theyâre still waiting for the paperwork.â
Stella withdrew her gaze, âI see. Youâve told me so affirmatively back then. I thought they would leave pretty soon.â
âDo you want them to leave or not?â
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