Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

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Chapter 885

Conrad’s lips curled without him saying a word.

He couldn’t be bothered to do anything. What Marcus did was quite to his liking.

“Conrad.” To Fia, the person she was watching wasn’t Esme. Without her memories, she wasn’t suspecting that

Britney was Esme at all. Instead, she felt that the woman was pitiful.

“Can you please ask Mr. White to stop? It’s not so nice for a man to be so relentless toward at girl.”

“I’m not that bold to stop him,” Conrad said softly. “Mr. White was previously mentally ill himself. Stopping him

would simply amplify his symptoms. If what I did caused him to revert to his previous state, wouldn’t that make me

the one at fault?”

Fia looked at him in shock. But after that, she calmly nodded. “I see. If that’s the case, his sudden change is

understandable.”

A mentally ill patient… Even if it was in the past, he would be quite tempestuous in nature compared to other

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normal people.

“That woman drove the car like a madwoman… It’s normal for her to suffer some punishment after causing an

injury to his head,” Conrad said without even a hint of compassion.

Fia rubbed the bump on her head and thought about Marcus’ medical history, and then decided not to ask Conrad

to stop the fight anymore.

“Can you move your foot?” Esme clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Marcus smirked, carefully touching his injured forehead.

“I’m an injured man. I don’t have the strength.

Esme raised her head and looked at Marcus. All she could see was his chin and she felt

humiliated.

“If

you don’t even have the strength to move your foot, why do you still have the strength to stand here?!”

Marcus raised his eyebrow and looked down at Esme. He then said in an annoying demeanor,” Since you’re so

cheeky, why don’t you move my foot with your strength?”

“You!” Esme was so incensed that she stood up. “What do you want?!”

“Whatever.” Marcus grabbed the bills in her hand. “I’ll leave the one under my foot as your tip.”

Esme’s eyes almost popped out. How could there be a man with such an awful personality?!

When Marcus saw Esme was going back into her car, he lazily called out to her, “Wait.”

He then pointed at Conrad’s car. “You rammed into his car and scared the husband and wife. Shouldn’t you

apologize to them?”

Esme hated him even more. She didn’t expect Fia to be in the car!

That whore saw her humiliation in person! And Conrad didn’t even lift a finger when he was

inside!

How could they treat her that way?!

Conrad looked at Esme walking toward the driver’s seat, and then coldly glared at Marcus who was in the

passenger’s seat.

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“I helped you vent your anger on her, Mr. Maxwell!” Marcus smacked his palm lightly with the bills in his other hand.

“How about I give you half?”

“Shut up and tell her to get lost!” Conrad’s tone was as frigid as winter’s breath. He didn’t want to see the woman

outside at all.

Fia curiously said, “Why don’t you lower the car window and listen to what she has to say?” She was indeed quite

curious about this Miss Thomas.

“That’s right. Since she wants to apologize, let’s see how since she is,” Marcus said jokingly.

Conrad was speechless. He rolled down the window but didn’t look at Esme who was standing

outside.

Esme looked at his cold but handsome face from the side, and gently said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell.”

Conrad didn’t say a word and continued to ignore her.

Esme looked at Fia, who was sitting at the back as she suppressed her jealousy and rage.

“You’re here too, Fia.”

Fia frowned. “You know me?”

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