CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: HE HAS A FIANCÉE

After Stella Grant left the western restaurant, she didn’t wander outside and went straight back to the hotel.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Stella sent a WeChat message to Sue Woods: Is that Faith Ford your neighbor?

Sue Woods, the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, had just finished supervising a cover shoot and was resting, replied instantly: Yes, did you meet her?

Stella Grant: Yeah, I forgot to tell you last time. I’m on a business trip in Oakhaven, and she’s the head of the Rhodes Group’s project department.

Sue Woods: People aren’t always what they seem. Don’t be fooled by her carefree appearance; that woman is no good.

Stella Grant: Just got a taste of it.

Sue Woods: I’ve been schemed by her no less than ten times. Oh, let me share some gossip with you; she’s chasing after Silas Sutton.

Stella Grant raised an eyebrow, her fingers paused on the phone’s keyboard.

She’s chasing Silas Sutton?

No wonder.

Stella Grant was so focused on her phone that she didn’t notice someone approaching from behind.

When she heard a sound and turned her head, seeing clearly who was behind her, she moved without a word to another elevator door.

Forrest Keller originally intended to greet Stella Grant but seeing this, couldn’t figure out the situation and ended up lightly coughing twice, softly saying to Silas Sutton, "President Sutton, Manager Grant."

Silas Sutton acted as if he hadn’t heard, his expression indifferent.

The two stood on opposite sides, as if they were complete strangers.

The elevator doors opened almost simultaneously, and they each entered an elevator on either side.

As the elevator slowly ascended, the slight ripple in Stella Grant’s eyes gradually settled.

When the elevator door opened, Stella Grant stepped out a moment before Silas Sutton.

Stella walked to her room door and pressed the password lock, with Silas Sutton stopping behind her.

Today, Silas Sutton was in a shirt and trousers, standard attire, but couldn’t hide his charismatic demeanor.

"Manager Grant."

Silas Sutton spoke in a low voice.

Stella Grant paused her hand on the password lock and turned to look back.

Silas Sutton looked at her from above, his gaze as flat as water, "Didn’t we agree to call it even?"

Stella Grant raised her eyes to meet his, as if scrutinizing the truth in his words.

After a while, Stella Grant curved her lips as if nothing had happened, "Hello, President Sutton."

Silas Sutton raised an eyebrow, not showing much emotion, seemingly mocking lightly, "Hello."

Having exchanged greetings, Stella Grant maintained an appropriate subordinate attitude, only turning to enter her room after seeing Silas Sutton enter his room.

Entering her room, Stella Grant took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, unscrewed it, and took a few sips, falling into contemplation.

Silas Sutton, has he decided to let her go?

Just like he said, someone of his status wouldn’t cling to her unwarrantedly.

Understanding this, the worry in Stella’s heart gradually eased.

At last, life returned to tranquility.

Silas Sutton arrived at the hotel at noon and finalized the plan in the afternoon.

The contract between Party A and Party B was signed smoothly, and Stella Grant shared in the benefit.

To celebrate the successful signing, the main person in charge of Rhodes Group in Oakhaven organized a celebration dinner.

The main invitee was self-evident.

Unfortunately, the person they wanted to invite didn’t accept the invitation.

Silas Sutton left Oakhaven overnight after signing the contract.

Once Silas Sutton left, the person in charge of Rhodes Group also skipped the celebration dinner, leaving Faith Ford in full charge.

The contract between Rhodes Group and Omni was scheduled for signing the next day.

Stella Grant wasn’t fond of hustle and bustle, but fulfilling her role, she had to attend.

At the celebration dinner, a few management-level individuals of equal rank to Faith Ford made lewd jokes with drunken bravado.

"Women are like sand; there’s only one way to hold onto them."

The man making the lewd jokes, in his early thirties, seemed confident in his image, and cast an ambiguous glance at every woman present after speaking.

Including Stella Grant.

After he spoke, there was a gap of about seven or eight seconds before another man laughed and responded, "Wright, that’s sleazy."

The man making the jokes laughed playfully, "How am I sleazy? Are you saying you don’t know?"

The questioned man smiled meaningfully, "Don’t drag me down; I’m still single, I wouldn’t know how to hold onto women."

The man paused intentionally, then changed his tone, "But I do know how to hold onto sand, and that’s... to make it wet..."

After he finished speaking, the table erupted in laughter from the men.

A few women laughed along, but they were in the minority.

Sitting by the side listening, Stella Grant lightly tapped on her wine glass with her fair fingertips, her demeanor composed, completely unfazed.

Having navigated this industry for so many years, this wasn’t even close to being anything unusual.

In the engineering industry, men outnumber women, and this is normal.

It’s not that these men’s hearts are truly sinister; seventy percent just have bad intentions but lack the guts.

It’s just testing the waters. If you’re interested, it’s a perfect match.

If you’re not, they merely indulge in some verbal amusement.

After the celebration ended, everyone gradually returned to their respective floors from the restaurant on the first floor.

Faith Ford and Stella Grant were on the same floor. As they took the elevator, Faith leaned drunkenly against the elevator wall, challengingly looking at Stella Grant and asked, "Do you know that President Sutton has a fiancée?"