CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: HE IS THE GOD OF SLAUGHTER

Sue Woods said it simply, and Stella Grant, across the video call, met her gaze, her face clearly expressing utter hopelessness.

Seeing this, Sue leaned closer to the screen, "I’m serious, why don’t you consider it?"

Stella Grant, "Do you think Silas Sutton is like a brick? You can just move him wherever you need him?"

Hearing Stella Grant’s metaphor, Sue burst into laughter, "Isn’t he?"

Stella firmly shook her head, "No, he’s not."

Sue teased, "Then what do you think Silas Sutton is?"

Stella stated firmly, "He’s a god."

Sue raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You think so highly of Silas Sutton?"

Stella chuckled, "’God of Slaughter,’ I’m just afraid it’ll be easy to invite the god but hard to send him away."

Upon hearing this, Sue laughed, "I’m just saying, besides, even if you’re willing, Silas Sutton would have to agree too."

Given Silas Sutton’s status, getting him to play a role in a woman’s drama would be like expecting it to rain pigs from the sky.

The two chatted until late at night, without coming up with any feasible solution.

Finally, Sue suggested a crazy idea, "Oh, I have a cousin at Sutton Group who’s single. How about having him help you out with this act?"

Stella furrowed her brows, "Is that appropriate?"

Sue boldly replied, "What’s inappropriate about it? Helping a beautiful woman—it’s a huge honor for him."

Stella, "Having a cousin like you is his good fortune."

Before ending the call, they decided that Sue’s cousin would help out with this.

The condition was that Stella would treat Sue to two lavish meals.

After hanging up, Stella tossed and turned in bed.

In the later part of the night, just when Stella was about to fall asleep, the phone on her bedside table buzzed twice.

Used to being disturbed by clients at night, Stella instinctively reached out, glanced at it, and saw it was an unknown text message.

[Tonight Flynn Shepherd is having dinner with President Wright’s wife at ’Creston.’ Did you know?]

Stella’s eyelids were heavy with sleep, and seeing it was from an unknown number, she didn’t think much of it, turned off the phone screen, and put it back.

That night, Stella slept very restlessly.

She had many dreams, chaotic and suffocating.

First, she dreamt of the day The Grant Corporation went bankrupt, her and Mrs. Grant being cornered in the office building.

The uncles once friendly with The Grant Family were now aggressive, as if they wanted to skin her and her mother alive.

Mrs. Grant, accustomed to a pampered life, knew nothing besides crying at this moment.

She stood in front of Mrs. Grant, appearing calm but actually helpless and tense.

Then the scene shifted to Flynn Shepherd’s affair.

Though he was the one at fault, he pointed his finger at her nose, accusing her of having an affair with someone else.

They stood arguing by the floor-to-ceiling window, and Flynn suddenly sneered at her, reached out, and shoved her hard, pushing her out the window.

Stella jolted awake from the dream.

Awoken, Stella was covered in cold sweat. She reached for her phone to check the time—it was six in the morning.

Stella was a light sleeper; once she opened her eyes, she couldn’t go back to sleep.

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then got up to take a hot shower in the bathroom.

Mrs. Grant had the habit of going to the market to buy groceries every morning, rain or shine, three hundred sixty-five days a year.

When Stella came out of the shower, Mrs. Grant hadn’t returned yet. She went to the water dispenser, poured half a cup of water, took a couple of sips, and suddenly remembered the text from last night before going to bed.

Who could have sent the message?

Flynn Shepherd’s colleague? A competitor?

Or some kind-hearted person?

As she pondered, she found that unknowingly she had finished the entire cup of water.

After finishing the water, Stella turned back to her bedroom, sat by the bed, and casually picked up her phone, noticing a new friend request on WeChat.

Stella lightly touched the screen to open it and saw a friend request from Forrest Keller.

Forrest Keller’s WeChat profile picture and name both matched him in person.

Stella hesitated for a few seconds and then accepted the request.

No sooner had Stella accepted than Forrest Keller sent a message: Manager Grant, last night Flynn Shepherd had dinner with President Wright’s wife at ’Creston.’ Did you know?

Stella Grant: Assistant Keller, was it you who sent that message last night?

Faced with Stella’s question, Forrest Keller did not reply for a long time.

A few minutes later, Forrest Keller responded: Manager Grant, if I said I possess the noble qualities of Comrade Lei Feng, would you believe me?