Chapter 501: Are You Complimenting Me?

When they arrived at the downstairs of the Steward Group, it was exactly nine o'clock.

The meeting would begin in an hour. Stella came in advance to learn about the internal situation of the
Steward Group.

But before she opened the car door, she saw a group of workers crouching in front of the company’s
building. They were holding up signs and banners, condemning Steward Group.

Clarence was right before.

Stella turned her head and asked, "What should we do now?"

Clarence said, "Get out of the car first."

As soon as Stella appeared at the door of Steward Group, someone shouted, "It's she! She is Charles'
daughter. We have to ask her for the money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people surrounded Stella.

Clarence's bodyguard immediately stepped forward and blocked the crowd.

The crowd yelled there, making it extremely noisy.

Clarence pulled Stella into his arms. In the face of all this, he did not stop any party; on the contrary, he
was particularly cold and calm.

In the Steward Group. . .

Watching this scene, Armand frowned tightly, "Why did he come?"



Standing next to him, Logan said, "Mr. Conrad has always valued Stella. It's not surprising that he will
come."

Armand snorted coldly, "This is Steward Group's business, but he comes here to intervene in it. I don’t
believe that the Steward Group will accept this explanation.”

The people outside were all arranged by Armand. What he originally planned was to trap Stella at the
entrance first, letting her know that it was not so easy to enter the Steward Group and warning her not
to be so arrogant.

Then he would go out at the right time to dismiss the crowd and promise them that the Steward Group
would be responsible for everyone. In that case, he would have successfully brought trouble to Stella
while at the same time enhancing his reputation.

But under the current circumstance, he was in a dilemma about whether to go out or not.

At the same time, when the group of people finally became quiet, Clarence said lightly, "No more
noise?"

A group of people looked at each other in confusion. They seemed to be hesitating whether to continue
to make a fuss or not.

Clarence said, "Is it that the one who has a loud voice will have a higher salary today?"

"Hey, how can you say that? We're here to seek fairness. Charles has caused us to suffer great losses.
Shouldn't we make trouble here?"

"Charles died twenty years ago. What's the matter? Did he appear in your dream last night?"

The man’s face got pale and red alternatively.



At this point, someone immediately answered, "It doesn't matter whether he is Charles or Lyndon, in
short, the Steward Group owes us, we have to..."

“What do you want to do? Will you seek revenge on the Steward Group at the cost of your life?"

"You can't say that. We just want money."

Clarence said expressionlessly, "Is this how you ask for money?"

The scene was then prevailed by dead silence.

Originally this group of people was hired to make a fuss at the entrance to the company. How could
they expect that they would have to answer these questions?

Moreover, although Clarence was just standing there doing nothing, his strong aura was still so
oppressing.

As regards the ability in argument, how could they compete with Clarence?

Just when they were hesitating and not knowing what to say, Stella said lightly, "I know that a lot of
things have happened to Steward Group recently, which has caused trouble to many people and
affected many people. The reason why I am I came here is to give a solution to the current problem."

After a pause, she continued, "I promise, I will give everyone implicated by the Steward Group a
satisfactory solution, and I hope you guys can give me some more time. To solve things is to do it step
by step. Gather here to make a full will only create more troubles and deteriorate the situation. This is
unfair to those who are really waiting for the solution to this problem. "

After Stella had finished speaking, there were many voices of approval outside the crowd.

Moreover, some journalists and media participants had arrived here.



Seeing this, those troublemakers were afraid that the disturbance would cause trouble for themselves.
They didn’t say anything else and left.

Soon, the entrance of Steward Group was empty.

Clarence let go of Stella and chuckled softly. "I was wrong."

Stella looked back at him in confusion, "What?"

"Even if I didn't come, you should be able to solve these things."

Stella raised her eyebrows. "Are you complimenting me?"

"Isn't it obvious enough?"

Stella chuckled. That was not the case. She never expected this scene before she came. And facing so
many people, she would definitely be scared.

If it weren't for Clarence's presence, how could she say this so calmly?

Clarence looked at the Steward Group’s entrance, "I can't accompany you in."

Stella nodded. "I can come in it myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, a voice came from the side, "You... don't you treat me as a human?"

Stella, "..."

She looked over and saw that Donald standing there.

Before she could ask any question, Clarence said, "Many of Steward Group's contracts involve legal
issues. If you don't understand, you will easily be deceived by them. He can help you solve these



problems."

Donald sighed, "I'm just an ordinary tool for you. You will only think of me when you have problems.”

Clarence glanced over lightly and Donald immediately shut up. He checked the time and said, "Well,
we've waited a lot of time here. Let's go, we have to read the problematic contracts in advance."

Stella looked at Clarence, "Then I'm leaving."

“Okay.”

Stella took a deep breath. She retracted her gaze and walked towards the main entrance of the
Steward Group.

As soon as she entered the company, Armand hurried over from the elevator. He smiled apologetically,
"Ms. Radomil, you finally came. I was delayed by some affairs a while ago, and I couldn't come to pick
you up personally. I’m so..."

Stella said, "Mr. Bernard, cut the formulae. Take me to the office."

Armand's smile froze. Looking at Donald behind her, his expression gradually became cold, “Ms.
Radomil, this way please."

After getting on the elevator, Armand began to cotton up with Donald, “Mr. Shawn, we met before. Do
you remember? We met at your father's birthday banquet."

Donald smiled gently. "Really?"

“Yes.”



"But it's not a good thing to be remembered by me. What I remember were either the business elites
who were sent to prison by me because of corruption and bribery or company leaders who embezzled
hundreds of millions of public funds. Am I right, Mr. Bernard?"

Armand, "..."

He shut up in an instant.

Stella stared at the rising numbers of the elevator. "Mr. Bernard, I asked you yesterday to tell all the
senior executives of the Steward Group to have a meeting at ten o'clock today. Have you notified them
all?"

“I’ve noticed them, but…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Two of them have to deal with some problems at home, one of them was sick and was now in the
hospital, and one of them…”

“What a great coincidence. They have problems at the same time.”

Armand sighed, "Yeah."

Stella said, "Since they are all so busy, just let them take a good rest. Anyway, I'll be free today. I will
visit them in person later to discuss how to pay the project workers."


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