Chapter 63
Hence, if Ste wanted them to believe that Joanna was her ex-husband’s mother, her coworkers
would rather believe that it was the official wife who came to teach Ste, the mistress, a lesson.
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Ste parted her lips, thinking that it would be useless for her to exin. Then she decided to just let it
be.
She couldn’t stop rence from talking, let alone hundreds of her coworkers.
After leaving SG Jewelry, Ste went to Conrad Group directly. She wanted to pass the envelope to
rence. No matter what a farce their Conrad family would like to make, she didn’t want to get
involved at all.
When Ste arrived, she found that the receptionists in Conrad Group were changed. After she filled in
the registration form, one receptionist said, “Excuse me, Ma’am. A few days ago, Mr. Conrad said he
wouldn’t meet any designer from SG Jewelry Magazine.”
Ste realized that the wretched man was getting more and more short-tempered.
She pressed her lips and took out the envelope. “Could you please pass this to him for me?”
The receptionist said, “I’m sorry. I can’t take any gift for Mr. Conrad.”
“This isn’t a gift. It’s...”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. It’s ourpany rule. I can do nothing.”
Ste could only put the envelope back into her bag. “Okay. Thank you all the same.”
She could only leave with such trouble.
...
In the CEO’s office of the Conrad Group…
Nathan knocked at the door and walked in. “Excuse me, Mr. Conrad. I’ve prepared the birthday gift for
Mrs. Joanna Conrad. Would you like to take a look, please?”
Without raising his head, rence answered, “No.”
“Okay,” Nathan answered.
He didn’t leave right away. Instead, he stood at the spot and wanted to say something, but he
hesitated.
rence looked up at him slightly. “What else?”
“The security found a sneaking man on the second floor...”
rence looked at him with a cold face, as if he was asking why Nathan would be useful if he had to
deal with such a trifle himself.
Nathan coughed and continued, “It’s Mrs. Conrad’s father.”
rence’s expression didn’t change. His tone became cold. “Don’t you know I’m divorced?”
Nathan suddenly felt the cold sweat ooze on his back, wondering what rence was thinking about.
Immediately, he changed, “Yes... It’s Ms. Radomil’s father. He wants to see you.”
“What does her father have anything do with me? After catching someone suspicious, you should take
him to the police station. Should I teach you such a simple lesson?”
“Yes, Mr. Conrad. I’ll do it right away.”
After leaving the CEO’s office, Nathan felt as if he had got in and out of Hell and managed to survive.
He wondered what Ste had done to offend Mr. Conrad, who seemed to be so angry.
In the office, rence put down the pen in his hand, rubbing his temples.
Shortly, his phone rang. He swiped to answer and heard Vincent’s voice. “Dude,e out for a drink?”
“Where?”
“Twilight Club.”
...
When rence arrived at the box, a group of men was opening a bottle of champagne for celebrating.
He sat on the sofa with his long legs across. He asked casually, “What’s up?”
Vincent raised his flute. “I don’t know either. It seems that the useless son of the Lewis family is going
to college soon. His father has invited a lot of people to celebrate it for him.”
“Celebrate for what? To celebrate hisst-ce in every exam?”
As they talked, Antonio saw rence and came over with a flute in hand. With a bright smile, he said,
“Mr. Conrad, I didn’t expect that you woulde here. It’s a great honor. Come on. Let’s have a toast.”
As he spoke, he raised his head and gulped down the champagne.
Right then, someone came over and put his arm around Antonio’s shoulder. “Hey, Antonio, I heard that
your son is going to University A. He’s awesome!”
The Lewis family was nouveau riche, and none of their family members was well-educated. They were
always mocked by the upper-ss. However, Antonio only had one son. No matter how bad his exam
results were, they couldn’t do anything. They couldn’t send him back to his mother’s belly and let him
be born again, could they?
However, when everyone looked down on them, Antonio suddenly dered that his son had got
admission to enter the nationwide number one university. He also invited so many people to celebrate it
with him.
Vincent’spany cooperated with Antonio’s in business, so he received the invitation. He didn’t want
toe here alone to listen to others tters, so he asked rence over.
Antonio answered modestly, “My boy looks yful all the time, but he didn’t disappoint me this time.
Finally, he didn’t disgrace our family.”
“It seems your son truly amazed the world with a single brilliant feat.”
“You’re ttering me. Fortunately, I always keep an eye on him and educate him myself. Otherwise,
how could he get such a high mark?”
While they were ttering each other, rence cast a cold nce at Vincent. Thetter looked away
quickly.
With impatience written all over his face, rence stood up and was about to leave. He heard the two
men’s conversation continuing, “Since your son is going to UNIVERSITY A, he must have got a high
mark.”
Antonio smiled deeply. “Just so so. It seems he got over seven hundred forty points, almost the full
marks. It’s so unfortunate that he hasn’t got the full mark. He didn’t work hard enough.”
“Over seven hundred forty? That’s a brilliant score. I heard the student ranked in the first ce in our
province also got that mark. Is it your son actually?”
rence, who had already reached the door of the box, turned around and looked at them.
Antonio sensed that he exposed something. Then heughed and changed the subject, “Gee, what era
are we in now? Exam result means nothing. Come on. Let’s keep on drinking.”
Vincent walked up. “What’s wrong?”
rence said in a t tone, “Do you think his son can enter a college with his exam results?”
“Not mention the college, Antonio put his son into the high school after he had donated several
buildings.”
“Then how could he enter UNIVERSITY A?”
Vincent couldn’t find his tongue. “Well...”
rence frowned and said in a cold tone, “Find me the manager here.”
After five minutes, the manager pushed open the door of another box. He asked gingerly, “Good
evening, Mr. Conrad and Mr. James. What can I do for you?”
rence looked up at him. “Why did Channing Radomil ask you for help a few days ago?”
“Mr. Conrad, you’ve asked me that evening. Chan needed some money...”
“Has he got the money?”
The manager answered after a long while, “Yes, he has.”
rence looked colder. “Who gave it to him?”
The manager felt his legs weakened. For a moment, he couldn’t find his tongue.
Channing came to ask him for help because he wanted to sell his university admission letter. Although
it was illegal, a lot of rich families were willing to do this kind of trade. After they got the admission
letter, the rich had their own ways to resolve the consequential problems.