CHAPTER 1: CHAPTER 1: IN THE CAR

When the assistant called, Stella Grant was being held by Silas Sutton, his hand gripping her slender waist in the car.

Outside the car, rain poured down, while inside, the tension was palpable.

Driven by desire, Stella Grant unconsciously kissed Silas Sutton’s Adam’s apple.

Silas Sutton’s hands rested open on the armrest, his neck slightly tilted back, his long eyes half-closed, as each kiss from Stella made his sexy Adam’s apple bob up and down.

After a while, Silas Sutton spoke in a low voice, "Want to have some fun?"

Stella’s eyes were slightly reddened, and her gaze was hazy, "Let’s play."

Silas stroked her back with a nonchalant smile, "As long as you want to play, don’t hold me accountable afterward."

For adults, it’s just a game, for mutual satisfaction.

No emotional entanglement, no conflict of interests.

...

The tension subsided.

Stella’s red strap dress was disheveled, her whole body sweaty, as if she had just been pulled out of water. She bent down to reach for her heels that had fallen into the gap.

Silas’s shirt buttons were all undone, his eyes lingering on her barely graspable waist, his thin lips curling up slightly, "Did you drink something you shouldn’t have at the celebration party?"

Stella didn’t immediately respond to Silas. After a while, she replied in a detached manner, "Thank you for today, President Sutton."

Silas chuckled and raised an eyebrow upon hearing that, "Thank you?"

After sleeping with him, just a thank you?

Stella feigned ignorance of the amusement on Silas’s face and said calmly, "I’ll treat you to dinner someday to show my gratitude."

Without waiting for Silas’s response, she pushed the car door open and stepped out in her high heels.

Silas had been too intense and too long; though Stella seemed to walk quickly, her steps were not steady. She had to hold herself together to avoid showing any signs of weakness to others.

After getting off the car, Stella flagged a taxi by the roadside to go home.

Sitting in the car, she pressed her lips together to adjust her emotions. Once she felt calmer, she took out her phone to send a message to her assistant: I’m not feeling well tonight, heading home first.

The assistant replied instantly: Manager Grant, are you alright?

Stella: I’m fine.

Assistant: Alright, I’ll inform the others. If you’re not feeling well, just let me know, my phone is on 24/7.

Stella: Okay, thank you.

Whether Stella was really fine, everyone at the celebration party knew the truth.

They all thought she drank too much, not realizing she had been drugged.

New at Omni, she was not only a parachuted hire but had already successfully landed several major projects, which inevitably drew some resentment, and tonight’s incident was those old-timers trying to put her in her place.

But resorting to drugs as a form of intimidation was despicable.

On the other side, Silas looked at the bloodstains on his suit pants, lost in thought.

He was interrupted when someone tapped on the car window from outside.

In the next second, the unlocked car door was opened from the outside, and Ben Lawson leaned on the door, teasing, "Mr. Sutton, never figured you had such stamina. You made this big car rock."

Silas glanced up at Ben, his expression indifferent, not responding, as he took a cigarette from his pocket, biting and lighting it.

Ben laughed, "I know that girl, Stella Grant, the manager that Omni Group just poached from Brynnfield. By the way, I remember she has a boyfriend, right? What’s his name again? I think he’s a vice president of a listed company, let me think..."

Half-jokingly, Ben pondered, while Silas removed the cigarette from his lips, exhaling half a smoke, and said slowly, "Really?"