CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: THE PLAYER WITHIN THE GAME

Hearing Silas Sutton’s words, Forrest Keller choked and instantly shut his mouth.

After a while, seeing no sign of Silas Sutton getting angry, Forrest Keller secretly let out a sigh of relief, muttering to himself: It’s hard to be a human, hard indeed.

Just as Forrest Keller was about to catch his breath, Silas Sutton coldly questioned again, "What’s happening with the Shelby Family?"

Forrest Keller gripped the steering wheel tighter and replied, "I heard Mr. Shelby was furious and demanded Miss Shelby break off the engagement with you."

Silas Sutton sneered, "Then let’s go along with breaking the engagement."

Forrest Keller replied softly, "Well, it seems Miss Shelby is reluctant."

Silas Sutton didn’t catch what he said and lifted an eyelid, "What?"

Forrest Keller truthfully said, "Miss Shelby called me this morning, questioning me about the hotel incident. I said I wasn’t sure. She said if you intend to break up the engagement this way, you can forget about it."

Silas Sutton chuckled lightly, as if he were laughing, but there wasn’t a trace of mirth in his eyes.

After returning to the company, Stella Grant reported the progress of the Sutton Group’s project to Martin Lynch.

Martin Lynch praised her profusely, even called the finance department in front of her, and instructed them to allocate an additional quarterly bonus to her.

After hanging up the phone, Martin Lynch turned to Stella Grant and said, "This quarterly bonus will be distributed with next month’s salary."

Stella Grant, "Thank you, Mr. Lynch."

Martin Lynch, "No need to thank me, you deserve it. Grant, you are truly my lucky star. Since you arrived, our division’s performance has skyrocketed."

Stella Grant courteously said, "It’s because of your excellent management."

Martin Lynch smiled and pointed at her playfully across the air, "You, child, even at your young age you have more potential than those experienced elders, obviously doing a great job but never claiming credit."

Stella Grant smiled but did not respond.

In front of leadership, one listens more than speaks.

On the surface, Martin Lynch seemed to be praising her, but in reality, he was telling her not to claim credit, and perhaps reporting the project’s progress to headquarters, taking the credit for himself.

But none of this mattered to Stella Grant, who was not foolish; she accepted the rewards appropriate to her position without any penchant for competing with leadership for credit.

After leaving Martin Lynch’s office, Stella Grant took the elevator back to the project department.

As soon as she entered, she saw a parcel on the desk.

Stella Grant stepped forward, seeing it was addressed to her, assumed it was from Mrs. Grant, and without much thought, reached out to open it.

The instant she saw what was inside, she gasped and staggered back, nearly screaming.

Inside the box was a dead cat.

The cat’s body was covered in blood stains, and its neck was strangled with a hemp rope.

It was clear the cat had been violently abused before it died.

Stella Grant tightly pressed her lips together as she looked at the scene, her hand at her side trembling slightly.

After seven or eight minutes, Stella Grant composed herself, stepped forward to close the box, and turned to leave the office, "Who just brought me this package?"

After she spoke, a male colleague, who looked a bit cheeky, stood up, "Manager Grant, it was me."

Stella Grant asked, "Did you see the courier?"

The colleague replied, "No, when I went down, it was placed at the reception."

Stella Grant smiled and nodded, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."

The colleague, embarrassed by her thanks, scratched his head awkwardly, "No, no need to thank me."

A moment later, Stella Grant turned back into the office, looked at the package a few more times, trying to find any clues from the box, but found nothing.

Just as Stella Grant was about to pick up the package to throw it out, the phone in her pocket vibrated a few times.

Stella Grant furrowed her eyebrows and took out her phone, seeing a message popping up on the screen: Stella Grant, did you like the cat I sent you?

Stella Grant pursed her lips and replied: Who are you?

The other side replied: Your dad deserved to die, and so do you.

Seeing the message, Stella Grant’s breath turned shallow, and she directly called the number. The ringtone rang for several seconds before being disconnected by the other side, then another message followed: Don’t call the police, or you’ll never know your dad’s whereabouts."