After New Year's Day, the new studio was officially renovated, and the old studio's things were moved
over one after another.
When there was not much left, the store seemed to have returned to its original empty appearance.
Recently, they not only had to open for business, but they also had to tidy up things. Everyone had
worked hard. Before the new studio officially opened, Stella and Sherry simply gave the employees a
few days off, with the salary paid as usual.
Standing in the studio, Sherry stretched and sighed, "This is the place where our dream began. Now
that we are leaving, I am quite reluctant."
Stella smiled and packed up her things on the desk. "I forgot to tell you that Clarence has bought this
place. We can come back anytime."
Sherry was confused.
It did not make sense.
Before leaving, Stella turned around and looked at this place. "How time flies! Unknowingly, a year has
passed."
Sherry took the cardboard box in her hand and sighed, "Yes, it's the beginning of another year."
The two of them left the studio together. Sherry carried the cardboard box and placed it on the back
seat of the car.
When Stella locked the door, a soft voice came from beside her, "Ms. Radomil."
Stella turned around and smiled. "Daphne."
Daphne Aldrich looked at the empty studio inside the glass door and was a little surprised. "You are..."
Stella said, "I am moving to a new studio."
After a pause, she added, "Why did you come to me?"
Daphne nodded. "If not for Ms. Radomil, I wouldn't have been able to follow up on New Coast's project.
I'm here to thank you on purpose today."
Stella said, "You're welcome. I know you've been busy with this matter recently, and I haven't called
you. Is there any progress now?"
Daphne sighed. "Ms. Radomil should know what Justin had done to New Coast's project when he was
with Conrad Group, causing almost irreparable losses. Conrad Group is now in a mess, no longer the
same as when Mr. Conrad was there..."
Then, she changed the topic. "But I received news this morning that Conrad Group seemed to have
suddenly changed. The entire company was silent and no longer relaxed. Did Mr. Conrad go back?"
Hearing this, Stella raised her eyebrows and did not answer directly.
This morning, Clarence did go to Conrad Group.
Seeing that she did not speak, Daphne guessed a little.
She said, "Don't worry, Ms. Radomil. I'm just asking. I won't report it. I know that Mr. Conrad had
already left Conrad Group. This mess was not in his charge... You and Mr. Conrad are both good
people."
Stella smiled. "There is no such thing as a good person. He only did what he wanted to do, just like
you."
Daphne said, "I'm a reporter, and I do my own things."
At this moment, Sherry came over and greeted Daphne, asking if she wanted to go out for dinner
together.
Daphne shook her head. "I still have to go back to the newspaper office. You guys can go. I won't
disturb you. Ms. Radomil, Miss Perry, goodbye."
Stella waved at her. "Goodbye."
After Daphne left, Sherry looked at her back and said, "Is she still following and reporting about
Justin?"
Stella said, "Yes, she was the one who first found out about the problem with New Coast's project and
began to investigate it."
Sherry said, "I have seen her reports and interviews. She has always been at the forefront. Every word
she says is perfect, and back then Justin had been criticized as if he was nothing. Fortunately, Justin is
dead. Otherwise, according to his character, I am really worried that he will make a move on Daphne
Aldrich."
Hearing this, Stella was stunned and slightly pursed her lips.
Now that Justin's body had not been found, although everyone said that he was already dead...
But even if he was still alive, the person he wanted to take revenge on the most was still them and the
James family. He would not do anything to a reporter.
Even so, after getting in the car, Stella still sent a message to Daphne, asking her to be careful during
this period of time.
Soon, Daphne sent her an "OK" emoji and told her not to worry.
When Daphne returned to the newspaper office, she had been sorting out the relevant reports about
the New Coast project. With the death of Justin, this project seemed to end here. There was no need to
continue digging deeper. Now, everyone's eyes were focused on the impact of the New Coast project
and the life and death of the Conrad Group.
After tidying up, it was almost eleven o'clock.
Daphne yawned, took her bag and phone, and went downstairs.
The place where she rented a house was not far from the company and she usually walked back.
Daphne Aldrich had just taken a few steps when she remembered the message Stella sent her in the
afternoon and decided to take a taxi.
She stood at the intersection and was waiting for the driver when a hand suddenly fell on her shoulder.
Daphne screamed in fear and without thinking, she turned around and smashed him with her bag.
Then a muffled groan was heard. "You really want to hit me."
This voice was very familiar.
Daphne was stunned for a few seconds. She looked up and was even more surprised. "Mr. Shawn?"
Donald Shawn touched his forehead that had been smashed by her. Seeing that there was a trace of
blood, he could not help but hiss, "Is there a brick in your bag?"
Daphne finally came to her senses and repeatedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't know it was you. I
thought..."
"What did you think? Robbery?"
Daphne smiled awkwardly. "Shall I take you to the hospital?"
Donald withdrew his hand and took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe away the blood in
his hand. "No need. What are you doing here?"
"Ah? My news agency is here. I was just about to take a taxi home, but I didn't expect to meet Mr.
Shawn," Daphne said.
Donald turned around and saw the words "City N Press" not far away.
Daphne felt that Donald should not be for her, so she asked, "Why is Mr. Shawn here?"
"I was dealing with a case in front, and I just saw you standing by the roadside. Did you get a taxi?
Shall I give you a lift?"
Daphne waved her hand. "Thank you, Mr. Shawn. I am waiting for the driver."
Donald said, "Alright, then I'll leave first."
Daphne asked very sincerely, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital to take a check?"
"There's no need. A band-aid will do. Bye."
He raised his hand towards Daphne, turned around, and walked towards the black car parked by the
roadside.
Daphne exhaled, picked up her phone, and wanted to see where the driver was.
But at this time, footsteps came from behind again.
Daphne turned around and said, "Mr. Shawn, you... Who are you?"
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