Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Staring at her, Donald lowered his head and smiled.

Although they made things clear, the air was awkward and silent.

For Daphne, Donald was once light in a dark world, and she had chased his footsteps to get to where she was now.

Because of the past communication, she would always choose to trust him unconditionally.

It was so subtle that she never thought about what precisely the emotion was.

Not long ago, Donald suddenly asked if she had a crush on him.

Was this a crush?

She couldn't say.

Daphne grabbed a pillow, put it in her arms to hide her nervousness, and tentatively said, "It's quite late. You have

to work tomorrow. How about going back and rest?"

Donald coughed and looked up at her, "You're not doing the interview?"

Daphne remembered that there was an interview to be done. She looked back at the computer and hesitated, "No,

it's so late today that it will disturb you."

Seeing her slightly red and bloodshot eyes, "I'm fine, but you should get some rest."

Realizing what he was referring to, Daphne subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

Donald got up, "You were scared last night. Have a good sleep today. My time is always reserved for you. Call me

directly if you want an interview."

Daphne looked up at him, a little surprised. "Really?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you?"

"Thank you."

Donald smiled, then raised the pen cap in front of her, "This is mine. I'll take it."

Daphne was slightly stunned and was about to say something when Donald continued, "Didn't I say that you can call

me directly?"

Without waiting for Daphne to react, Donald had already left.

Daphne sat on the sofa and looked at his back, pausing for two seconds before smiling.

...

Daphne was busy going to the places for the next two days, meeting people related to Steve's wife, and checking

her previous injury reports in the hospital.

It was evident that the injuries were man-made.

The doctor was helpless and even advised Steve's wife, but she smiled and refused, stating that it was an accidental

wound.

Every time Steve accompanied her to the hospital, he went through the admission procedures and paid money,

taking good care of her, gentle and tender.

If not seen her injuries, no one would have believed that he was the culprit.

With so much information gathered and arriving home at midnight every day, Daphne completely forgot about the

interview with Donald.

This evening, Daphne sat in front of her computer, sorting out the information.

From the investigation alone in the past two days, one could see what a hypocrite and good actor Steve was.

His wife should have had a terrible time over the years.

From the conversation she had last time downstairs in Steve's studio, it seemed that Donald knew that Steve was

not a good person, so why on earth would he help defend him? Could he be cheated by him?

Just as she was lost in thought, the overhead light suddenly dimmed.

Daphne picked up her phone to see if it had tripped.

She double-checked, but it hadn't.

Daphne went to the balcony window and looked out, finding the whole complex was dark.

The neighborhood she lived in was a bit old, the wiring was ageing, and occasionally it would trip two or three times

a month.

Daphne didn't overthink it and planned to sleep.

When a knock sounded, she had just walked into the living room, "Miss Aldrich, are you okay?"

It should be the two guards protecting her, as Stella had said.

Over the past few days, Daphne had also briefly talked with them.

She walked to the door and was about to twist the handle when she stopped in vigilance and answered, "It's alright.

The power goes out often. It will recover in the morning. Sorry for scaring you guys."

The man outside seemed to be silent for a while before he said, "Alright."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Immediately afterwards, the man's voice continued, "It's too dark outside. Do you have a candle?"

Daphne's grip on the door handle tightened, feeling nervous.

The two men Stella had sent always followed her out of sight, never coming to talk to her first.

Although the power outage was accidental, according to the contact and understanding with them in the past two

days, she felt that those two people would not come to her for candles.

Daphne withdrew her hand and immediately said, "Wait a minute. I'll go look for it."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to dial Stella's phone, her hand holding the phone, trembling from

fear.

Perhaps the whole neighborhood was without electricity. The signal was feeble.

Daphne quickly walked to the balcony and finally caught a faint signal.

Just as she was about to dial out, the outside seemed to sense something was wrong, and the knocks gradually

became heavier.

Daphne was startled, and her phone fell to the ground.

Her breathing became weaker, and she knelt to pick it up.

But there was no light around her, so she couldn't see where the phone was.

The loud knocking outside was ringing in her ears, scaring her.

Even the most substantial door could not withstand the wanton destruction of a powerful man, and soon it was

shaking. For a moment, Daphne even heard the sound of the lock core being broken open.

She crouched on the balcony, covering her mouth and trying to shrink herself into a corner.

At that very moment, the phone suddenly rang.

The faint glow of the screen flickered and also revealed the balcony's location in the thick night.

The man's footsteps lurched and then gradually approached her.

Daphne bit her lower lip, and even her breathing stopped.

The man stood in front of the flickering phone, bending down to pick it up, and he said, "No need to hide. I can see

you."

Daphne did not make a sound, nor did she move.

He definitely wouldn't still be standing there if he had seen her.

He must be trying to trick her.

Her position was supposed to be a visual dead end, and there were no lights, so he couldn't necessarily see her.

But…

The next second, the torchlight came on.

As expected, what she worried about came to her.

Just as the man was moving forward, a man suddenly rushed in and wrestled together with the man.

At the same time, Donald's voice sounded, "Hide and don't come out!"