Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 879

When Clarence got the call from Maxwell, he just came out from meeting room.

He replied, “I got it.”

He got off the phone then went to an elevator and asked Nathan, “Go to the police to handle the subsequent matters.”

Nathan replied, “Okay.”

Clarence went down and drove to Conrad Tower.

While he arrived at Conrad Tower, Stella and Maxwell just came out.

Clarence got off and strode to Stella, then hugged her tightly.

Stella was stunned, “What’s wrong with you?”

Clarence stroke her hair and glanced at the people peeking in front of Conrad Tower, “Get in the car first.”

While Clarence helped her with a seat belt, Stella looked at the floor and whispered, “I should have told you. But I think you are busy these days and I don’t want to bother you. Also, if I told you, you wouldn't let me go, so...”

Clarence gave a gentle flick on her forehead, “Did you get what you want?”

He knew she definitely would go there.

Stella nodded, “Those things were all done by him, including Lyndon Steward's accidental fall and Joanna Perez's suicide.”

She also guessed that Dempsey Conrad's sickness was more or less related to him as well.

Clarence simply said, “I'll send you back.”

Stella looked at him and asked, “Can Chan be bailed today?”

“I guess so.”

“Can I...”

“It would be better for your father to pick him up.”

Stella leaned back. She knew he was right.

William had been dealing with the matter of Channing, including handling the press.

It was a good opportunity to narrow the distance between her father and Chan.

Stella looked outside . Clarence didn’t know what she was thinking about.

After a while, she suddenly said, “I want to go to the new studio and have a look.”

Clarence said ok.

Half an hour later, they pull over the high street.

The building, which used to be bright and shiny, was currently dark and burnt.

Although it had been cleaned up, it was far away from the way it had been.

Clarence lowered the window and held her hands, looking outside, “Several days later, this place will be restored.”

Stella suddenly asked, “What about the two dead workers…”

“Don’t worry. I had made arrangements about it and given compensation to the families.

Stella closed her eyes and felt pity about that.

No one wished to be involved in such an accident.

Compensation was only a way to remedy it as best as they could.

She sighed. When would this end?