Chapter 865: Why Don't You Tell Him

On the other side.

After dinner, Sherry turned off the lights and pulled Stella down to watch a movie together.

It was a classic Hong Kong comedy movie of the nineties.

Sherry had watched it many times, but she always found it interesting.

Stella sat beside her quietly.

The movie ended at almost eleven in the evening.

As Stella yawned, Sherry picked up her phone and suggested tentatively, "I forgot to get you a new
phone. How about I order one now?"

Stella rubbed her eyes and said, "Let's wait until tomorrow. It's quite late now, and I'm a little sleepy."

Sherry thought for a while and offered, "Well… perhaps you can sleep here? We haven't slept in one
bed for a long time."

Stella paused and gave a gentle nod because Clarence would not come home tonight.

They lay on the bed. Sherry said, "Stella, have you thought about taking a break? Like taking a
vacation or something?"

Stella was confused, "What?"

"Well…" Sherry fidgeted her fingers over the quilt, whispering, "You're pregnant, so I think you might
need a good rest. Well, do you remember the place you went to with Clarence last time? Maybe you
can go there. It must be helpful for the baby."



Stella made a disapproving grunt. "It's too far away. I don't think I can suffer such a long trip. Do you
want to go there? I'll go with you when the baby is delivered."

Sherry stammered, "Okay, good."

Sherry would say something, but she stopped as Stella was sleepy. Sherry gently patted Stella's back,
"Good night."

Stella mumbled, "Good night."

Ten or twenty minutes later, Sherry gently lifted the blanket and got out of bed after making sure Stella
was asleep.

She stood outside the living room and dialed Daniel's number. She talked in a low voice, "How's it
now?"

Daniel said, "Chassell's surgery is over. He's in the intensive care unit and still in danger. Winnie stays
with him."

Sherry frowned, "What about … Channing?"

"He is still at the police station. There're two days away from his bail."

Sherry lowered her voice and said, "But I can't hold it any longer. Tomorrow morning is the best I can
do. I'm almost running out of excuses to hold her phone. Stella will certainly get suspicious if I do it
again."

Daniel replied to her, "Don't worry. She'll be on the way to Riverside City tomorrow morning."

Sherry breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "But what about Channing if Clarence left…"

"I contacted William. He should be on the plane now."



Sherry opened her mouth to say something and then closed it.

Daniel said, "I have something to deal with. Have some rest. Everything will be fine."

Sherry said, "Okay…"

As she got off the phone, Sherry slowly squatted down on the ground and let out a long breath.

Last night they were having a happy dinner in Stella's house, but no one would expect to see such a
drastic change within one day.

After a while, Sherry grasped her phone in her hands and hesitated to give Winnie a call.

After all, no one would feel worse than Winnie now.

Sherry knew Winnie's feeling. If Liam was lying on an intensive care bed, she would have pulled his
oxygen tube. But Winnie couldn't. She had no choice other than to pray for Chassell's safety.

Life sucked.

After thinking for a long time, Sherry sent a message to Winnie and typed down a few comforting
words. She also told Winnie that Stella was safe here.

After ten minutes, Winnie texted back, "thank you."

Sherry gave a quiet sigh, got up, and returned to the bedroom.

…

At the Steward Group.



After Nathan received a phone call, his expression slightly changed. He hurried to the president's
office, knocked on the door, and entered, "Mr. Conrad."

Clarence raised his eyes to him. He said with a poker face, "What?"

Nathan explained, "I got the news. There was a fire in Mrs. Conrad's new studio, and two construction
workers did … not escape."

Clarence gripped the pen in silence. His face stiffened as if there was a layer of frost on it.

Nathan hadn't had this panic feeling for a long time. He felt like his neck was not part of his body.

He continued, "The update is that the firemen have been on the site."

After a pause, he added, "Mr. Conrad, do you want to send someone over?"

A moment later, Clarence said, "No. We just need to call the police. Call Daniel and tell him to keep
close with Chassell no matter what happens. If Chassell dies, I will send him down with that stupid."

Nathan answered, "Okay."

Clarence pursed his lips. "Have you settled with the trip to Riverside City tomorrow morning?"

"Yes. The Young Master Justin didn't find out."

Clarence's lips sealed into an evil smile, "Why don't you tell him? He is desperate to know that."

…

Downstairs at the Steward Group.

Jon sat in the car and watched Nathan get in the car next to him.



The man next to Jon asked, "Should we follow him?"

Jon looked at the brightly lit building. He guessed Clarence would not come out again. "Let's go. There
must be something very odd about this if he leaves now."

Soon, they followed Nathan's car.

The two black cars galloped away in the distance on the overpass.

Half an hour later, Nathan's car stopped outside Clarence's private landing field.

The staff was waiting for him there.

After Nathan got out of the car, the staff greeted him, "Mr. Lance, everything is ready. When will Mr.
Conrad come over tomorrow?"

Nathan walked inside as he spoke. "At eight in the morning. Mr. Conrad asked me to check out
everything. Have you checked the breakfast recipe?"

"Yes …

Their voices trailed away in the distance.

Jon sat in the car with the windows half down, enjoying the scene outside.

Clarence indeed made a quick move, and this was how he secretly sent Stella away.

But was it that easy?

Jon dialed Justin's number and filled him with the updates. After that, he wheeled up the window.

About an hour, Jon hadn't seen Nathan come out, so he had a bad feeling.



Jon asked, "Are there any other exits here?"


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