CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: INVESTIGATING THE TRUTH

Silas Sutton’s words fell, and Orion Xavier stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the man’s collar, and dragged him into the company without saying a word.

Stella Grant was still in shock, clenched her teeth tightly, and spoke out with difficulty after a while, "I’m fine."

Silas Sutton’s eyes were deep as he stared at her for a moment, ensuring she was indeed fine. He released his hand from her waist and turned to stride away.

As Silas Sutton left, a few security guards awkwardly stepped forward.

"Manager Grant, we’re really sorry, we were trying to help."

"Luckily, President Sutton arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Are you alright? There’s blood on your neck; do you need to go to the hospital for bandaging?"

Stella Grant raised her hand to touch the blood on her neck, which wasn’t much, and the wound wasn’t deep, "I’m fine."

Despite Stella Grant saying she’s fine, the security guards didn’t dare truly consider it as nothing.

After all, if Silas Sutton hadn’t arrived in time just now, Stella Grant might have become a cold corpse due to their impulsiveness.

"Manager Grant, how about this, there’s a clinic on the next street, let me take you to have it checked."

"Otherwise, we won’t be able to live with our conscience."

"And it’s hot now, in case of infection..."

One of the older security guards talked to Stella Grant with a concerned expression.

Stella Grant knew he feared responsibility, thought for a moment, and didn’t refuse, "I’ll take you up on that."

Though it was called taking the other, Stella Grant still drove when going to the next street.

The car arrived at the clinic, and after a simple disinfection and bandage, they returned to the company.

On the way, the security guard repeatedly apologized to Stella Grant.

Stella Grant smiled, taking it lightly, "Don’t take it to heart, it was purely accidental, no one wants such things to happen, besides, your intentions were good."

The security guard showed a guilty look, "Yes, yes, it was indeed goodwill that went wrong."

The car reached the company, Stella Grant parked steadily, and got off the car alongside the security guard.

They walked a few steps when the security guard suddenly called her, "Manager Grant."

Stella Grant turned her head at the sound, "Hmm?"

The security guard’s expression was slightly unnatural, as if conflicted.

Stella Grant thought he still wanted to apologize, smiled lightly, intending to speak, but heard the security guard lower his voice, "That Assistant Wright, watch out for him."

Stella Grant raised an eyebrow, "What?"

The security guard didn’t continue, avoiding Stella Grant’s gaze, and quickly walked away.

Watching the security guard’s rapidly departing back, Stella Grant pressed her lips slightly.

Big companies are indeed different. In a small company, the most they do is spread rumors, mess with your mindset, or sabotage projects to make you take the fall. But in a big company, if you block someone’s financial path, they might want to send you inside or push you down any second.

When Stella Grant returned to the project department, everyone already knew about her ordeal.

They all showed concern and asked questions.

Stella Grant responded politely with smiles, "It’s nothing, just a superficial wound."

With those words, Stella Grant stepped back into her office.

Once Stella Grant’s office door closed, whispers erupted in the project department.

"Manager Grant really isn’t average with courage, even with blood on her neck, she says it’s nothing."

"I heard from Lynch downstairs, when that worker demanding money had a knife to her throat, she wasn’t afraid at all and reasoned with him."

"A woman single-handedly moved from Brynnfield to Veridia, without a background or backing, and still managed to become a project manager, can she possibly not have some tricks?"

"Have you heard? President Sutton saved Manager Grant."

"Hero saving the beauty?"

"Don’t say that, Manager Grant is exceptionally beautiful, if I hadn’t seen her true capabilities, I might have thought she climbed up through ’that’ kind of relationship."

At this moment, the ’hero’ who saved the beauty, Silas Sutton, was interrogating the man who had just held a knife to Stella Grant’s throat, his face shrouded.

"You came to Sutton Group for wages?"

The man, having been beaten by Orion Xavier, his face bruised, but with a tough bone, turned his head and spat blood onto the ground, "We worked hard for a year and didn’t get paid, shouldn’t I come to claim it?"

Silas Sutton, "Which project?"

Man, "The Prosper Project."

Silas Sutton showed no expression, dialed a call in front of him.

The call connected, and before the person on the other end could speak, Silas Sutton coldly questioned, "Is last year’s final payment for The Prosper Project still unsettled?"

The other person paused in surprise, then replied, "Already settled, if I recall correctly, it was settled at the end of last year."

Silas Sutton’s voice was chilling, "Find out which link went wrong, the money didn’t reach."

Hearing Silas Sutton’s words, the other person was startled, dared not delay for a moment, "Yes, President Sutton, I’ll give you a reply shortly."

After hanging up, Silas Sutton closed the phone and looked at the man standing before him, eyes half-closed, seemingly lazy but in truth sharp, "There are so many people coming in and out of Sutton Group, why did you specifically take it out on her?"