CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: MAY I STAY HERE FOR THE NIGHT?

The message was sent, but there was still no response from Stella Grant.

Silas Sutton knew Stella Grant wouldn’t be asleep at this hour. He looked down at his phone with a slight smirk and continued typing: The Sutton Family’s kidnapping case from years ago has uncovered something related to your uncle, Zeke Adler. Don’t you want to hear about it?

Stella Grant indeed wasn’t asleep at this time.

She had just come out of the bathroom, having taken a shower, when she received Silas Sutton’s message.

Seeing the message from Silas Sutton, Stella paused her hand that was toweling her hair.

Zeke Adler related to the kidnapping case from years ago with the Sutton Family?

Stella pursed her lips, recalling Zeke’s situation from the past few years, trying to find some clues.

Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, she found nothing.

Just as Stella was about to give up, she suddenly remembered something.

A few years ago, Zeke Adler did indeed experience something out of the ordinary.

That year, Zeke made an outstanding effort and bought a Passat with his own work.

This might be quite normal for others, but for Zeke, it was like finding greenery in the desert.

Not quite a spectacle, but close enough.

While Stella was lost in her chaotic thoughts, suddenly her phone rang.

She snapped back to reality and, seeing it was a video call from Sue Woods, swiped her finger across the screen to answer.

As soon as the video connected, a face with disheveled hair and a red hue suddenly appeared.

Yes, the face was red.

If the person hadn’t started speaking the moment the video connected, Stella would likely have thought it was some supernatural event in the middle of the night.

Sue Woods didn’t notice Stella’s bewilderment, muttering to herself, "How is Auntie?"

Stella, "..."

Sue continued, "I bought some supplements for Auntie. They should arrive around noon tomorrow. I’ve sent them directly to the hospital; remember to pick them up."

Stella, "..."

Sue’s chatter was incessant, "How long are you planning to stay in Brynnfield? If you’re staying long, I’ll fly over the day after tomorrow to see Auntie."

After Sue’s long rambling, seeing Stella wasn’t responding, she leaned closer to the screen, "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

Stella remained silent and still, with no expression on her face.

Sue blinked her eyes, "Frozen?"

Just as Sue finished speaking, she reached for the phone on the coffee table. Her fingers barely touched the edge when Stella suddenly spoke, "Do you have some grudge against society? Planning to take revenge on society?"

Sue was so startled by the comment that her hand shook, nearly knocking the phone off the stand.

Sue, "It’s not frozen? If it’s not frozen, why weren’t you talking?"

Stella couldn’t help but laugh, "I didn’t dare say anything, afraid of being haunted by a ghost."

Hearing Stella’s words, Sue was momentarily stunned. Once she realized what Stella meant, she burst out laughing while peeling the red face mask off her face, "This is imported volcanic mud mask. What do you know?"

Stella smirked, "I’ve seen plenty of volcanic mud masks, but it’s the first time I’ve seen one with such bright color like yours."

Sue replied earnestly, "Those are all fake."

Stella, "You got them tested?"

Sue, "Think about it, what color is a volcano? Isn’t it red? But a lot of brands sell black volcanic masks. I’m telling you..."

Sue had just said, "I’m telling you," when her eyes suddenly widened.

Immediately after, Sue cursed and ended the call.

Stella hadn’t yet figured out what was happening when she received a WeChat message from Sue: Ben Lawson, that maniac, is asking me to go to Southcross Road to buy fried chicken for him in the middle of the night.

Southcross Road was two hours away from Sue’s apartment.

Time wasn’t the issue; the issue was that at this time, even if Sue drove, it would be early morning before she got there.

Stella’s mouth twitched slightly: Does he often do this?

Sue: He’s a total maniac; I’m telling you, a purebred maniac.

Before Stella could reply to this message, Sue sent another: Stella, I’m not trying to be suspicious, but I seriously doubt Ben Lawson is your benefactor. With his character, forget helping others; if he’s not the last straw that breaks someone’s back, that’s only because he hasn’t completely lost his conscience.

Looking at the second message from Sue, Stella pursed her lips. Just as she was about to respond with a voice message, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Stella froze for a few seconds before stepping forward to open the door.

Lynn Adler’s door was an old style, without a peephole; you could only see who was outside by opening it.

Stella turned the lock and opened the door, and upon seeing the person outside, her lips formed a slight line.

Silas Sutton stood there with a suit jacket draped over his arm, one side of his shirt tucked into his slacks, the other hanging loose, giving off an air of casual ease, "Manager Grant, is it okay if I stay over?"