Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 652

Freya raised her eyebrows, flickering the ash, “Mr. Barret, I agree with you. You and Clarence Conrad are two birds of a feather. However...”

Chassell asked, “However?”

“However, you are a crow, but he’s an eagle.”

Before Chassell blew up, Frey continued talking business, “Please don’t be mad, Mr. Barret. I’m not here deliberately making fun of you. You’ve underestimated Clarence Conrad. Mr. Barret, since you plan to gain cooperation with Conrad Group alone, you should be fully prepared, right? I promise our cooperation could provide you with the highest profit.”

Chassell squinted at her. After a moment of silence, he said, “I can work with you, but I have to conditions.”

“Tell me, please.”

“I want seventy per cent of the project profit,” said Chassell.

Freya smiled, “It’s not a problem. How about the other condition?”

Chassell answered, “I want to meet your boss.”

Freya’s smile was stiffened, fading away gradually.

Chassell knocked on the desk with his pen, “Why? Since we’ll cooperate, does the person behind you still want to hide?”

“That’s not the case. His identification is quite special. We’re afraid it would bring you unnecessary trouble, Mr. Barret,” Freya explained.

“Do I look like I’ve never experienced any trouble before?” Chassell said and put down the pen. He leaned against the back of his chair, “If you even can’t agree to such a condition to show your sincerity, I don’t think we must cooperate. I can look for another sincere partner.”

Freya put out the cigarette butt, “All right. I fully understand what you mean, Mr. Barret. I’ll pass your message to my boss.”

“I look forward to your good news, then.”

Out of Chassell’s company, Freya went back to the hotel.

Caesar asked, “What did he say?”

“He wants to see you. Or he wouldn’t work with us.”

Caesar curled up his lips into a smile, “Of course, he wants to save himself another way out.’

“Do you want to meet him?” asked Freya.

Caesar, sitting on the sofa, said, “I remember he has a private jewellery exhibition centre.”

Freya lit up a cigar, “It seems so. His mother used to be a jewellery collector. She has collected a lot of jewellery. After she passed away, Chassell put her collection in the exhibition centre.”

“Ask him to put the exhibition in public and invite people from all walks of life to see the exhibition. Besides, he must send the invitations to all jewellery designers.”

“What’s your plan?”

“Both Stella Radomil or Clarence Conrad is quite cautious. Elaine stays with them as well. We can’t approach them by normal means. Instead, we may cause suspicions. Hence, we must create opportunities to meet them. Otherwise, it’ll take a long time for us to wait for the news.”

“I see. I’ll reply to Chassell now.”

When Chassell heard their conditions, his face darkened.

He compared the pros and cons. Reluctantly, he said yes and asked his subordinates to deal with this matter.

Three days later, an invitation card was sent to Stella.

Sherry approached and asked in curiosity, “What’s that?”

Stella opened the invitation card and took a look, “It seemed to be a private collector who wants to put his jewellery collection to a public exhibition. A lot of jewellery designers have been invited.”

Sherry said, “That’s a good thing. Is it a charity?”

Elaine chimed in while drinking milk tea, “The rich are always like this. When they are idle, they will show off their collections to satisfy their vanity.”

“How did you know so clearly?”

“Because my dad used to do the same things. He often invited his friends to appreciate his collected paintings and antiques. Those things fully occupied our basement.”

Stella and Sherry were shocked, exchanging a glance with each other.

It was so lovely to be rich. Wealth meant happiness.