CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: WHO IS THAT MAN?

Compared to Flynn Shepherd’s panic, Stella Grant remained exceptionally composed, her eyes calm and her tone cool.

"President Wright was just looking for Mrs. Wright."

Hearing Stella’s words, Flynn’s face grew even more unsightly, and he reached out to push the woman beside him.

The woman had clashed with Stella before and didn’t take her seriously at all. She snorted coldly, stepped on her high heels, and walked away.

Watching the woman leave, Flynn stepped forward, attempting to hold Stella’s hand.

Stella stepped back half a step to avoid him, and said coldly, "I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I need to leave soon."

Flynn stepped forward again, "Stella, it’s not what you think, she and I..."

Flynn was just about to explain when he suddenly heard the sound of a lighter flicking.

Instinctively, Flynn looked up and was startled into a cold sweat upon seeing Silas Sutton not far behind Stella.

"President Sutton."

Silas leaned against the wall, smoking, his voice emotionless, "Mm, carry on."

Carry on?

How could the conversation continue?

Flynn had just walked out and saw Stella, which shocked him, and he hadn’t noticed the person standing not far behind her at all.

Now terrified and shaken, he couldn’t focus on anything else.

As the atmosphere became awkward, Stella broke the silence, "Let’s go back to the room."

With that, Stella took the lead and walked away.

Returning to the room, most of the people inside were already quite drunk.

Those with good tolerance were also barely holding up.

Stella sat with them for a while longer, then found an excuse to leave early.

Leaving the hotel, Stella reached into her bag for her car keys, only to recall that she had been drinking. She sighed and resigned herself to hailing a taxi by the roadside.

The midsummer night was stiflingly hot.

Stella was looking down at her phone when a black SUV stopped in front of her.

Stella looked up, and the driver’s side window rolled down, revealing a young face, "Manager Grant."

Stella paused for a moment, then smiled back, "Assistant Keller."

Forrest Keller nodded at her, politely saying, "It’s hard to get a taxi here; President Sutton asked me to give you a ride."

Stella, "..."

Seeing she didn’t move, Forrest smiled slightly and added, "I actually have some work-related questions I’d like to ask you."

When work was mentioned, Stella couldn’t refuse.

Even knowing he was merely making an excuse, she could only smile and accept, "Alright, then I’ll trouble you, Assistant Keller."

With that, Stella bent down and got into the car.

As expected of Silas Sutton’s capable assistant, even lying, Forrest managed not to let the conversation drop, and he genuinely asked Stella many professional questions in the car.

Stella answered them one by one, and finally, Forrest nodded at her through the rearview mirror, "Thank you, Manager Grant, for clarifying things."

Stella, "You’re welcome."

Over an hour later, the car arrived at Stella’s apartment.

After watching Stella enter the complex, Forrest took out his phone and sent a message to Silas Sutton: President Sutton, she has been dropped off.

Silas Sutton: Mm.

Meanwhile, Stella had just returned home when she received a call from Flynn Shepherd.

Flynn, tipsy and slurring his speech, said, "Stella, let me explain, I arranged to meet her at the stairwell today to end things with her, it’s not what you think..."

Hearing Flynn’s words, a thought crossed Stella’s mind: Who said that alcohol reveals the truth?

For compulsive liars, the time of day makes no difference.

Some people you assume wear masks because life has weathered them, but in fact, they’re only shedding their disguises.

Flynn continued to prattle on the other end of the line. Stella took a deep breath and interrupted him, "Flynn, a man can be heartless, but not shameless."

With that, the other end of the line fell deadly silent.

A moment later, Flynn asked in a deep voice, "Can I ask who that man is?"