Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 354

Sherry walked to Stella’s side and looked towards the direction where she was staring at. However, Sherry could only see the crowded street with many people walking here and there.

Sherry waved her hand in front of Stella’s eyes and said, “What are you thinking about?”

Stella was taken aback for a moment. She came back to her senses and said slowly, “Nothing.”

Sherry said again, “Who was that just now? Why haven’t I met her before? Why did she come to see you?”

Stella answered, “That’s… Horace’s elder sister. She came because…”

Stella didn’t know how to say about the following words.

Fortunately, Sherry’s attention was all on the fact that she was Horace’s sister. She was puzzled and said, “That’s Horace sister? Isn’t she a daughter from the wealthy family? Why did she look so haggard? She doesn’t have a bodyguard or nanny with her too.”

Stella hadn’t paid attention to the Jason family’s affairs since Horace left, but she knew their life wouldn’t be easy.

If the companies in the foreign countries did not make any improvement, the Jason family might have vanished in City N a long time ago.

Sherry said again, “By the way, aren’t you going out? Go ahead, it will be dark soon.”

Stella shook her head, “Forget it, I don’t want to go anymore.”

She had been living a comfortable life recently, so she had forgotten those things that happened in the past.

No matter what the reason was, there were so many people who didn’t want her baby to be born, whether it was Rebecca, or Annie, or Joanna, or even…

None of them wanted her child to be born.

Since this was the case, how could the little one survived in that kind of environment.

Stella sighed lightly and went back to her office to sit quietly.

The sky outside the office also darkened bit by bit.

Not knowing after how long she had been sitting, the vibrating sound of the phone on the desk brought Stella back to reality.

When she saw the number displayed on the screen, the irritation inside her rose again.

She directly hung up the phone without hesitation and then blacklisted the man’s phone number.

At the same time, Clarence, who was far away in Italy, heard a beep coming from the phone, and when he called again, he could no longer get through.

Clarence was confused.

He turned and looked at Nathan. He spoke without any expressions, “Is this the way you mentioned?”

Nathan laughed dryly and said, “Mr. … Mr. Conrad, no pain, no gain. It is normal for Ms. Radomil to be mad when the old things were brought up again. When you go back, her anger will be subsided. You can coax her more then.”

Clarence, “…”

His thin lips were slightly pursed. Impatience was written all over his cold face.

Nathan subconsciously gulped and took a step back to maintain a safe distance from him.

Clarence casually threw the phone on the sofa, “Go out.”

“Okay.”

As if he had received an amnesty, Nathan ran away as fast as the wind.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Clarence pinched the bridge of his nose and felt a headache.

…

For a few days straight, Stella did not take out Clarence’s phone number from the blacklist. She also blocked his messages from WeChat. She felt relaxed that she could finally not see or hear anything from him.

On the day of the contest, Stella had just arrived at the door when she met Robert and Modesty. She politely nodded at Robert and said nothing else.

Robert looked at her back with disdain all over his face, “She is lucky to pass the preliminary rounds. Next, it will have to depend on her true ability. I don’t believe that she can still pass the second round so easily.”

Modesty asked, “Master, did Louis really give Mr. Conrad the topics?”

“How do I know about that? But there is nothing in this world that money can’t do. Do you think he will tell me if he is really bribed? Use your brain to think.”

Modesty saw that his tone was unpleasant, so she didn’t ask anymore.

After all the ten designers arrived, the staff announced their task again.

According to their preliminary results, there are first, second and third places… and so on.

There was a box for drawing lots. Inside was papers with numbers written on them. If a person drew a number that was one, then the topic of the person for the rematch would be the style of the first place in the preliminary round.

But if a person got a number of his own ranking, he would have to wait until everyone else had finished drawing, then he would simply select a random number for adjustments.

The results of the preliminary round would also be announced after everyone’s topics were set.

All the designers went up the stage and took turns to draw the numbers.

The number Stella drew was nine, which meant that her topic would be the style of work of the designer who ranked ninth in the preliminary round.

When one designer drew a lot, he would be registered by the staff.

When all the lots were drawn, the staff came out with a book, “Okay everyone, the drawing session is now over, but the thing that we expected had happened, a designer drew the number that belongs to her own ranking. Now, the designer who got number two, please step forward and say a number. You will swap your number with the person who got the number that you’ve mentioned.”

In the midst of everyone’s gaze, Modesty slowly stepped forward and did not turn around to look at anyone. She simply said indifferently, “I’ll choose nine, nine is my lucky number.”

“Well, the designer who got nine, please change your number with her. Then, we are done with this session.”

The designers looked each other, whispering about who was the person who got nine.

After a few seconds, Stella stepped forward and said, “Nine is with me.”

Modesty looked at Stella and she looked as usual. It was hard to tell if she did this intentionally or it was just a coincidence.

After exchanging numbers with Modesty, Stella went back to her seat.

The staff continued, “Now, let’s announce the results of each designer in the preliminary round. I’ll explain in advance that this score is given according to the comprehensive assessment. In addition to the work itself, the score also included the designer’s ability to adapt, as well as some additional scores.”

“Ashley Adonis, 93 points, 10th place.”

“Arthur Barnett, 93.5 points, 9th place.”

“Charlotte Boyce, 94 points, 8th place.”

“…”

Soon, the staff started to announce the results of the top three designers.

However, Modesty’s face became increasingly gloomy.

“Modesty Parker, 96.5 points, 2nd place.”

“Stella Radomil, 98 points, 1st place.”

She had the highest score among the competitors in the room.

As the staff announced that, someone in the crowed said, “What’s the additional score? Is it that whoever has a stronger background can get more additional scores?”

As soon as this remark was made, a number of people started to support it.

It was obvious that they were dissatisfied with the scoring.

The designers present were all well-known and had participated in many foreign fashion shows. But now, they scores were lower than a little girl who was not famous at all.

The staff raised his hand and tried to calm the crowd down, “About the scoring, you can rest assured that we are absolutely fair and impartial. The scores for the work are given by professional judges. As for the additional scores, in fact, from the start of the opening ceremony of this year’s designer competition, the competition has officially begun. It includes asking you to bring your work to the designated place within the designated time. All of this is in our scoring content.”