CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: CHASING HER

Silas Sutton’s words weren’t very harmful, but they had a potent impact.

Forrest Keller felt frustrated internally but didn’t dare to openly retort. As he bowed his head to eat, he muttered softly, "Your brain works so well, yet you’re still just a backup in front of Manager Grant."

Forrest believed he was speaking very quietly, but wherever Silas was present, there was a ten-meter radius of silence.

Silas, with sharp ears and keen eyes, squinted slightly and said, "Forrest, since you’re so good at backtalk, how about I send you to the construction site for a couple of days?"

Upon hearing this, Forrest was left with the garlic spare ribs stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

Brynnfield Hospital.

After Stella Grant hung up the phone, she stood at the window, lost in thought for a while.

Lynn Adler glanced at her, laughter in her eyes, "Thinking about Ray Woods?"

Stella snapped back to reality, instinctively answering, "No."

After speaking, she realized her answer was inappropriate and pressed her lips into a straight line.

Lynn, seeing this, assumed she was shy and smiled, "There’s nothing embarrassing to admit, I understand."

Stella returned the smile internally thinking: No, you don’t understand.

Ms. Dunn, overhearing the mother and daughter’s conversation, looked slightly startled, "Ray Woods? Not Forrest Keller?"

Lynn laughed casually, "Who is Forrest Keller?"

Ms. Dunn blurted out without much thought, "Isn’t Miss Grant’s boyfriend Forrest Keller?"

Lynn, thinking Ms. Dunn mistook the situation when Forrest was caring for her in the ward earlier, responded with a smile, "No, Stella’s boyfriend is Ray Woods. Forrest is her colleague."

Ms. Dunn, "..."

Ms. Dunn thought: Poor Forrest, silently putting in so much effort behind the scenes without being able to speak up.

With Ms. Dunn present, Stella had a much more relaxed day.

With some free time, Stella took out her laptop to deal with the mess left by the former Manager of Sutton Group’s project department.

She had no idea how bad it was until she started working on it.

These messes not only involved many companies but also affected numerous departments, like a tangled ball of confusion.

Stella worked on it until 8 PM, finally managing to make some sense of things.

Just as she was about to close her laptop to rest, the phone beside her vibrated.

Stella glanced down, and a transfer message popped up on the screen: [Arcadia Agricultural Bank] Zeke Adler completed a transfer transaction of 500,000 RMB to your account ending in 1571 at 20:01 on July 14th, balance 540,032.05 RMB.

Soon after, another message appeared on WeChat: The money has been transferred to you, tell your lawyer to stop harassing us.

Stella raised an eyebrow, a trace of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.

Indeed, the louder the dog barks, the more cowardly it actually is.

Stella leaned back, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Jasper Marshall: The money’s been paid back, thank you.

After sending that, she sent a second message: How much is the legal fee? I’ll wire it to you.

Jasper replied: Not thinking of treating to a meal? Planning to skip out on this?

Stella: No, separate matters should be dealt separately.

Jasper: Don’t, it’ll affect our past friendship.

With Jasper putting it that way, Stella felt too embarrassed to continue, so after expressing her thanks repeatedly, she agreed to treat him to a meal next week when she returned.

Jasper replied: No rush, I’ve heard about your aunt’s illness, take care of her first.

Looking at the message, Stella pressed her lips together, unable to help but think that sometimes friends are far more worthwhile to cultivate than so-called relatives by blood.

With the 500,000, Stella felt a big relief in her heart, at least not worrying about Lynn’s surgery costs.

Although the commission from Shawn Bishop’s project would eventually come down, being prepared was always more reassuring.

At night, with limited hospital beds, Stella originally planned to squeeze in with Lynn on the same hospital bed for another night, but Lynn cheerfully shooed her back home.

Lynn said, "Go home and sleep, otherwise neither of us will rest well."

Stella, "You said last night you sleep best holding me."

Lynn, "I was just too embarrassed to admit the truth."

Stella could differentiate which of Lynn’s words were truths and which were not.

She knew Lynn was just worried about her, afraid she wouldn’t get enough rest.

Leaving the hospital, Stella walked to the roadside to hail a cab. Just as she was about to wave, a black Bentley suddenly stopped in front of her.

The next second, the car window lowered, and Silas Sutton looked at her with a smile on his thin lips, his deep voice saying, "Manager Grant, what a coincidence."