CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: THE HERO SAVES THE BEAUTY

The man was emotionally agitated, shouting loud, and with every word he said, the fruit knife against Stella Grant’s neck pressed a little tighter.

The security guards, who had worked at Sutton Group for many years, had never seen someone dare to cause trouble at Sutton Group. They looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to act recklessly.

They were afraid that an accidental move would anger the man, turning Stella Grant into a victim.

It took Stella Grant only half a minute to go from panic to calm.

Perhaps it was because she had witnessed too many similar incidents due to The Grant Corporation’s debts in previous years, so she had developed a sort of immunity to it.

Especially after realizing that the man’s hand was constantly trembling, she could basically conclude that it was his first time doing such a thing.

Normally, in such a situation, people would say, "Put down the knife and let’s talk it over," but Stella Grant didn’t. After taking a light breath, she calmly asked, "Which construction team are you from?"

The man saw that the security guards wouldn’t move aside, his eyes bloodshot, and his overall mental state was on the verge of collapse, "Shut the hell up!!"

Stella Grant didn’t shut up and continued, "Which project of the Sutton Group are you involved in? How much does the Sutton Group owe you?"

After speaking, before the man could erupt in anger, Stella Grant added, "If you don’t clarify these things, even if President Sutton comes, it won’t help. Think about it, are you here for money, or to commit murder."

Stella Grant was so calm, so calm that even the security guards at the door couldn’t help but feel admiration.

The man, upon hearing Stella Grant’s words, tightened his grip on the fruit knife, "Are you sure talking to you will work?"

Stella Grant, "I don’t know if using a knife to hold me hostage was a calculated move by you or an impulsive act. If it was calculated, then you should know my identity, Stella Grant, manager of the project department. In matters related to projects, I have a little influence. I can’t make a big promise, but I can definitely help workers get their wages."

After Stella Grant finished speaking, the man looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Stella Grant wasn’t hurried or panicked. She spoke slowly, "I can understand your difficulties. Leaving home to work is all about earning some money to send home to support your family. After completing your work, you haven’t received the payment. It’s enough to make any man with some guts angry, let alone me, a woman."

Stella Grant spoke logically, and the fruit knife pressed against her neck loosened a little.

Sensing that the man was showing signs of relenting, Stella Grant’s heart, which was tense under her calm facade, also relaxed a bit. She softly said, "If you can trust me, there’s no need to see President Sutton. Talk to me, and I’ll handle it for you. Think about it."

The man gritted his teeth, "Why should I trust you?"

Stella Grant, "Because you have no other choice now."

What Stella Grant said was harsh, but it was the truth.

The man looked at her angrily. Stella Grant slightly tilted her head, making eye contact with him, "The position of a manager, in the Sutton Group, if you threw a brick down, you could hit at least five of them. Sutton Group wouldn’t care about my life, but I do. If I can’t handle it for you, I’d still have to live in fear of your retaliation every day."

Turning her head, Stella Grant noticed that the man was in his early thirties, with rugged features, wearing a gray suit that was old but not dirty, washed to a point of fading.

The knife against Stella Grant’s neck eased a bit, but the man’s anger hadn’t dissipated, "What if you can’t handle it for me?"

Stella Grant’s red lips lifted a bit, "What would killing me solve?"

The man was left speechless, with nothing to say.

Stella Grant, "If you kill me, you go to jail, I end up in a coffin. It’s no loss to the Sutton Group but what about our families? Don’t you have parents or a wife and children? I do. I have a mother who relies on me."

The man frowned in silence.

At this point, the atmosphere had somewhat eased.

It seemed the man was about to compromise when a few security guards at the door exchanged glances and, suddenly, without knowing what got into them, rushed directly towards the man.

The man reacted too quickly, cursed angrily, and tightened his grip on the fruit knife, about to harm Stella Grant.

As the man’s fruit knife was about to fall, suddenly a figure flashed by, a foot kicking into the man’s abdomen, directly sending him flying a meter away.

The man fell to the ground with a thud, his fruit knife dropping, letting out a muffled grunt.

Stella Grant staggered a step and fell into a strong embrace.

The next second, a voice as cold as ice rang above Stella Grant’s head, "Orion."