Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Donald opened the door, took Daphne to the guest bedroom, and turned on the light, “You can sleep here. If you

need anything, just tell me. It’ll be my pressure to help.”

Daphne nodded, “Thank you Mr. Shawn.”

Donald looked at her, with corners of his lips twitching, “Didn’t I tell you not to be so reserved?”

Under his gaze, Daphne couldn’t help but feel herself flushed. She looked sideways, opened her mouth as if she

wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say anything other than “thank you”.

Seeing that she was still nervous, Donald pushed the suitcase in front of her, “Okay, it’s getting late. I won’t bother

you. Just have a good sleep”

Daphne turned around and stammered, “Mr. Shawn, thank you...And good night...”

The smile deepened on Donald’s face, “Good night.”

While speaking, he closed the door of the guest bedroom.

Donald had just walked a few steps when the phone rang. It was Vincent.

He swiped and picked up the phone, “Have you caught him?”

Vincent said, “Yeah, we have captured him. How’s your injury? Didn’t you go to the hospital?”

As Donald walked to his room, he hissed in pain, “How can I go to hospital at this moment? It’s too embarrassing.”

Vincent sneered and said, “Knowing that it’s beyond your capability, you still rush to confront him. Certainly, you will

get beaten.”

Donald untied his tie and threw it on the sofa, “You still think I’m such a savage just like you? I’m a gentleman, and

Harris is Justin Conrad’s best hitman. I should be grateful since I’m alive.”

“Yes, Mr. Shawn is pampered. How can I put on a par with you.”

“It’s kind of mean for you to say that.”

Vincent didn’t bother to pay attention to him, “Fine, just handle it yourself.”

Before he hung up the phone, Donald added, “Hey, are you and Clarence, are you reconciled?”

Vincent said helplessly, “You think we are still young kids? How can we reconciled just like that.”

Hearing what he said, Donald was amused, “Don’t you two behave like kiddos sometimes?”

“That’s how Clarence chased his wife. I had never done that.”

“It’s about the same, in my opinion.”

Vincent was disdain about it, “Then what’s your behavior tonight? Infant kind of move?”

Donald was silent, “Is it interesting for two mature men to chat like this?”

“That’s you who started it.”

“I am just asking. Looking back at what happened in the James family, you didn’t know how much risk I took to help

you. I really don’t know what’s going on between you two even now.”

Vincent said causally, “It’s nothing. I have tons of story to tell. Just take care of yourself.”

Donald curled his lips, hung up the phone. He then took off his shirt to check out the bruises on his body. He later

grabbed the medicine for bruises and sprains, and rubbed it a few times.

After a simple treatment, he went to the cloakroom to get his pajamas. At that moment he remembered the

expression of Daphne was about to cry when she treated the wound on his face. If she found the wound on his

body, she could have felt guiltier.

Lying in bed, Donald stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

In the other room, Daphne also couldn’t fall asleep.

She didn’t know it’s because of the sudden change of unfamiliar environment, or some other reason. She felt that

her whole brain was very stimulated.

Especially when she thought about that Donald was in the room next to her, she couldn’t control her mind to think

about the bits and pieces of how they getting along. With that in her mind, she buried her head in the quilt.

For the entire night, she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking about.

...

The next morning, Clarence stood outside the house where Harris was locked, peered in through the glass on the

door with no expression on his face.

Vincent stood next to him, “I have asked him. He didn’t say anything, and I checked his recent traces. After he

returned to City N, he has been living alone and has not contacted anyone, including Jon.”

After a while, Clarence said, “Where has he been?”

“Except for the rental house where he was hiding, he followed Daphne almost all the time, looking for opportunities

to attack.”

“What about before he returned to City N?”

Vincent shook his head, “We can’t find out. But there is news from the police. In the two days when Justin fell into

the sea, someone saw him on the nearby shore. He doesn’t seem to believe that Justin was dead and has been

looking for his corpse.”

There was no emotion in Clarence’s voice, “That means, he doesn’t even know if Justin is dead or alive.”

As Clarence’s word finished, Vincent finally understood that the reason why he wanted to capture Harris, was that

he wanted to find out whether Justin was still in this world instead of dealing with the follow-up of the New Coast

project.

Vincent was silent for a few seconds before saying, “Our men and the police have done many searches in the

nearby waters. Either he made sufficient preparations in advance and escaped before the search, or...”

The remaining possibility, he did not utter out.

But everyone knew that.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to survive after falling into the sea, let alone Justin who is paralyzed.

With these answers, Clarence probably lost his interest in questioning Harris himself. He retracted his gaze and said,

“Where’s Jon?”

“I heard he had been seen in South Africa and Darnell James sent his men over.”

Clarence didn’t say anything, turned around and said, “Send him to the police station. And let the police take care

of the rest.”

Looking at Clarence’s back and remembering what Donald said yesterday, Vincent responded and suddenly said,

“Well...”

Clarence turned around. “Anything else?”

Words were on the lips, but couldn’t get out.

Vincent said, “It’s nothing… Donald...he seems to be seriously injured.”

Clarence was inexplicable, “I’m not a doctor. Why are you telling me this?”

Vincent smiled somehow embarrassedly, shrugged his shoulders, indicating he was just saying.

“I am leaving.”

Sitting in the car, Clarence dialed Stella’s number. She asked, “You’re done so soon? We haven’t gone out yet.

Maybe you can go to the office first and come back at noon?”

Clarence said, “It’s okay, I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“No, no, Maxwell can send us there. If you are not busy, I will send you an address and you can go there directly.”

“That’s good.”

Soon, Stella sent him the address.

Clarence glanced at the phone, put it away, and gave the driver the address.

Stella and Dolores were just getting out of the car when he arrived.

Clarence walked over and took the little guy from Dolores’ arms, holding Stella in the other hand, “Let’s go.”

Stella leaned over to look at him with a bright smile on her face, “You don’t need to go to the company today?”

“I can go there in the afternoon.”

He has been very busy lately, and didn’t even had time to accompany them.

The little guy seemed uncomfortable in Clarence’s arms and kept trying to crawl over to Stella.

Clarence glanced down at him, “Don’t move.”

He immediately withdrew his hand, waited obediently. His mouth pouted, seemed aggrieved.