Chapter 725: You Should Get Used to Smelling It

On the other hand, Winnie received a call from her lawyer Donald Shawn after she returned, saying
that he would accompany her to the Conrad Group tomorrow to finalize the termination of her contract.
Many of her current work appointments were still related to the Conrad Group and needed to be
communicated in detail.

After hanging up the phone, Winnie lay on the sofa for a while, then suddenly remembered something.
She got up again, put on her face mask, and went downstairs.

When she reached the entrance to the community, she walked to the security office and knocked on
the door, "Excuse me, I'd like to ask ..."

"I remember you. You're Chan's girlfriend, right?"

What?

The security guard who had spoken added, "Did you want to ask about Chan? He came by this
afternoon, asked us for a piece of security footage, and then left again."

Winnie was a bit confused. The security footage of Chassell forcibly taking her away must have been
edited. So which piece did Channing get?

The guard recalled, "I think it was the day that bastard from last time bullied you. I don't know why, but
that footage is gone. Chan wants the footage from a little earlier."

"Can I... have a look?"

The guard poked out the window and looked around before telling Winnie, "Yes, but it's against the
rules for us to give Chan the footage. You remember to keep it a secret for us."

Winnie nodded, "Okay."



The security guard then showed Winnie the clip that Channing wanted.

Winnie stood there and kept staring at the computer screen.

The clip was shot supposedly a few minutes before she left the community. The only things on the
screen were the parked cars and the people coming and going.

The image lasted for a while, then cut off abruptly and jumped to half an hour later.

The guard said, "That's all. There's a section in between that went missing."

Winnie said, "I got it, thanks."

"You're welcome. Chan is really nice. So, if you need any help in the future, just ask us. I'll give you a
phone number. If any suspicious people are wandering around your house, you can call us."

Winnie took the number and said again, "Thanks."

After exiting the security office, she lowered her head and walked around the neighborhood.

Judging from that security footage just now, Channing must have used the footage to find out the
owners of those cars parked on the side of the road, and thus he obtained the dashcam video and sent
it to City N Press.

If it wasn't for Channing, she wouldn't have thought of this solution and would probably still be criticizing
by the public.

After walking for a long time, Winnie took off her face mask and exhaled, then looked up at the sky.

The moon was bright in the dark night sky, with a few stars dotted around it.



She had been on this road for far too long. After what happened to Chassell a few years ago, she was
so used to the fickleness of human nature that her heart had long since gone numb. But she had never
expected that her heart would one day be warmed by someone else.

And it was a boy six years younger than her, who was intelligent, serious, responsible, and committed.

In the past, this was something she could not even think about.

How could she not be moved?

When Channing asked her today what kind of boy she liked, she almost blurted out, "Someone like
you."

But no.

Channing was only twenty years old and his future was promising. He would achieve so much that she
could never reach.

What made someone like her think she was worthy ?

...

At the Conrad Group.

Justin sat in his wheelchair and looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows. He seemed calm and
impassive, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, the assistant came in with the documents and said, "Mr. Conrad, we found Winnie's
previous contract. But... it’s no longer valid. I asked her team and they said that two months ago, there
were papers sent to the president's office for the contract renewal."

Justin didn't say anything and remained expressionless.



The assistant added, "I'll go look for it again."

Justin finally spoke, "No need."

He pushed his wheelchair to his desk, "Leave that to the legal department. Just deal with it by the
process."

The assistant nodded, "Yes."

Justin added, "How's the New Coast project coming along?"

"Everything is going according to plan. There are already a number of companies that are looking at
the trend of New Coast and want to take a stake in the project."

Justin curled his lips, "I'm going back."

An hour later, the black car pulled slowly into the Conrads' Mansion.

The mansion, once a symbol of status and position, was now desolated and forlorn.

It was a forgotten place and was no longer in its former glory and bustle.

After getting out of the car, the assistant pushed Justin forward.

When he reached the first floor and passed Dempsey's room, the maid came out with the sheets in her
arms.

Seeing Justin, she hurriedly said, "Master Justin."

Justin glanced at the sheet in her hand, "You can leave."

The maid nodded and left.



Justin pushed the wheelchair himself and went into Dempsey's room.

The curtains were still drawn in the room and not a single ray of light filtered in. Only the sound of water
dripping down was heard in the empty room.

Justin turned on the wall lamp by the bed, looked around, and spoke indifferently, "Do you smell an
awful odor in this room?"

As he finished, Dempsey, who was lying unmoving as if dead on the bed, began to struggle
desperately as if he had been stimulated by something.

But he had forgotten that of his entire body, only his eyes were able to move. He made a dull, raspy
sound that was unpleasant to the ear.

Justin added, "But that's fine. After all this time, you should be used to smelling it."

In the dim light, Dempsey stared at him with bleary eyes. His eyes and cheeks were sunken and tinged
with a morbid blackness, and his lips were dry and chapped. And he no longer had any semblance of
his former dignity and invincibility.

His daily nutritional intake just came from the infusion bottle hanging over his bed.

Other than that, he hadn't even drunk a drop of water.

Justin looked at him, "Are you tired of this? Are you already regretting that you chose the wrong person
in the first place? If it was Clarence, at best he would have killed you, and he wouldn't have tortured
you like this."

Dempsey made more slurred noises, like he was cursing him.



Justin laughed, "Since you had chosen Clarence twenty years ago, if you had stuck with it, none of this
would have happened. Do you know which step you took that went wrong?"

Justin continued, "You went wrong by wanting everything. You wanted the Conrad Group, you wanted
to control Clarence, and you wanted to hold him, a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment,
tightly in your hands as a way to negotiate with the James family, so everything would go as you
arranged it."

"Unfortunately, your abilities couldn't match your ambition. That's why you're in this situation today."


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