CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 149: BRAZEN AND SHAMELESS

Ben Lawson thought Silas Sutton was quite a dog.

A sneaky, annoying dog.

A pesky dog.

But when it came down to it, no matter how dogged and annoying Silas Sutton could be, Ben had to help him.

He had no choice, seeing as they grew up as brothers together wearing split pants.

He knew his thick, he knew his thin.

Thinking this, Ben’s mood lifted quite a bit, he raised his glass, took a sip, and asked, "What kind of person are you looking for?"

Silas Sutton was chewing a piece of ice, "Just an ordinary one will do."

After speaking, Silas Sutton raised his eyelids to look at Ben Lawson, "Stella Grant isn’t Sue Woods, she’s not that skilled."

Mentioning Sue Woods, Ben felt a liver pang and wanted to curse her a couple of times. He thought about it for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and suppressed the idea.

After all, he was a grown man, he couldn’t be so petty.

That night, after coming out of the bar, Ben Lawson sat in his car and pulled out his phone to send Sue Woods a message: Tomorrow night I want to eat ten bowls of scallion lamb noodles.

Turning around, Ben Lawson also called the maid at home, "Auntie, tomorrow night make ten bowls of scallion lamb noodles, chop the scallions finely, add more noodles, more scallions, mix it all thoroughly, so you can’t pick them out."

The maid was a longtime servant of the Lombard Family, someone Mrs. Lawson sent specially to take care of Ben’s living arrangements after he moved out, worrying about him.

The maid was exceptionally aware of Ben’s preferences, she knew he liked scallion lamb noodles, but listening to this request still left her puzzled, "Okay, got it."

After finishing the call, Ben closed his eyes for a short nap in the back seat.

He had no schemes, no plans for revenge.

He just wanted to eat scallion lamb noodles.

He simply wanted to eat them.

The next day, at six in the morning.

Stella Grant was still dreaming, abruptly woken by eight calls from Sue Woods.

Stella turned over a few times wanting to wait for the ringing to stop, but ultimately her patience lost to Sue Woods.

Stella reached for the phone on her bedside table, her voice still carrying the laziness of morning, she just said ’hello’ when she was met with Sue Woods’s irate voice on the other end.

"Sick, really sick, you know?"

"He said he wants to eat ten bowls of onion noodles tonight."

"Do you know what ten bowls mean? I don’t believe he can finish them."

"I can’t take it, I’m going to borrow money, I’m going to ask Mr. Woods to borrow money, even if it means selling pots and selling blood today, I need to pay him back."

Stella was still not fully awake, Sue Woods’s words went in one ear and out the other, she understood each word and knew the meaning of each sentence, but it bypassed her brain.

After Sue Woods finished venting, Stella, seventy percent confused and thirty percent genuinely curious, asked, "Is Ben Lawson asking you to pick scallions again?"

Sue Woods gritted her teeth, "You can kill a gentleman, but you can’t insult him."

Sue Woods’s attitude was firm, Stella was infected by her resolve, her sleep dissipated a bit, she pinched her brow with her fingertips and said, "Are you sure?"

Sue Woods, "I’m sure."

Stella, "You damaged his car, and you injured him and sent him to the hospital, I think you won’t get away with less than six million."

This time Sue Woods was truly determined, no matter what, she wanted to free herself from Ben Lawson’s torment, "Don’t mention six million, even if I have to take high-interest loans, I’ll pay this debt."

After saying so, she didn’t wait for Stella to persuade her further, Sue Woods hung up the phone.

With the call disconnected, Stella listened to the dial tone on the other end, watched the ceiling for a while, now wide awake, and decided to get up.

Usually, Stella would wake up around seven, if early, she’d have breakfast downstairs, if late, she’d buy breakfast to have at the office.

Today was too early, Stella washed her face and brushed her teeth, then went to the kitchen herself to make breakfast.

Simple toast, fried eggs, plus a glass of milk.

After eating and drinking, it was precisely seven o’clock.

Stella washed the dishes and milk cup, then went downstairs to drive to the company.

Today Stella arrived early, when she got to the company not many were in the project department yet.

Someone saw Stella, respectfully called her ’Manager Grant,’ and then awkwardly hid their breakfast behind a stack of files.

Stella smiled lightly at them, "It’s not work time yet, eat your breakfast."

The person hearing this was relieved and smiled, "Thank you, Manager Grant."

Stella nodded and walked into her office.

Watching Stella go into her office, the female employee eating breakfast turned to a male colleague and said, "I think Manager Grant is quite nice, isn’t Assistant Wright...?"

Her words were cut off halfway by the male colleague shaking his head, "Don’t say what shouldn’t be said."

Once back in the office, Stella first organized the contract for Shawn Bishop’s project, then took out the pile of messy project contracts Peter Wright had given her before and started reviewing them.

During her days in the hospital, she had organized part of them, the most common issue was no payment on final settlement.

Around eight-thirty, Stella picked up the internal phone intending to call Peter Wright in, but her phone on the desk vibrated twice.

It was still a string of network numbers.

——Manager Grant, have you made up your mind?