CHAPTER 4: CHAPTER 4: FORCING RESPONSIBILITY

As Silas Sutton’s words fell, Stella Grant’s hand froze mid-air.

A few seconds later, Mr. Lynch’s smooth, flattering laughter echoed in the office, "Who did you hear this from? It’s completely unfounded, absolutely nothing..."

After speaking, Mr. Lynch stood up and diligently prepared tea for Silas Sutton.

Silas Sutton leaned back on the sofa, his expression impassive yet overwhelmingly intense, "Really?"

With his back to Silas Sutton while preparing the tea, Mr. Lynch mentally cursed the ancestors of those spreading rumors, yet outwardly maintained a calm demeanor, "There’s nothing to it."

After saying this, Mr. Lynch carried the teacup back to Silas Sutton, leaned forward to lower his posture while placing the cup in front of him, assuring repeatedly, "President Sutton, rest assured, our Omni people absolutely have no issues with conduct."

Silas Sutton lifted his eyelids, appearing to smile, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes, "I’ve heard there are photos."

Mr. Lynch had a knack for fabricating lies, "Just a little fun between a couple, this..."

Mr. Lynch spoke then hesitated, finally chuckling, "This is something we’re not in a position to manage."

Silas Sutton, "A couple?"

Mr. Lynch, a true old fox, maintained his composure under Silas Sutton’s questioning, "As far as I know, the person with Stella Grant in the car last night was her boyfriend. When it comes to couples, these things...we..."

Mr. Lynch smiled awkwardly, with a few words he cleanly absolved Stella Grant of any misconduct issues.

Silas Sutton’s lips held a subtle smile, his eyes unperturbed, "Oh?"

As Silas Sutton finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door from outside.

Already feeling oppressed by Silas Sutton’s presence, Mr. Lynch hurriedly responded, "Come in."

As Mr. Lynch spoke, Stella Grant pushed the door open and entered.

Their eyes met, Mr. Lynch signaled Stella Grant with a glance, then suddenly smiled and turned to Silas Sutton, "President Sutton, if you don’t believe, you can ask Stella Grant yourself."

Having said that, Mr. Lynch walked back to his desk.

Stella Grant had clearly heard the conversation between the two from outside the door, and now maintained her expression as she looked Silas Sutton in the eyes, "What would President Sutton like to know?"

Silas Sutton’s thin lips curved slightly, "Nothing."

Seeing Silas Sutton no longer pursuing the matter, Mr. Lynch seized the opportunity to bring up the cooperation.

Silas Sutton reclined lazily on the sofa, seemingly carefree, yet each question he posed was razor-sharp.

After several rounds of conversation, Mr. Lynch found it somewhat overwhelming, sitting behind the desk, he took a tissue from the table to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead.

Silas Sutton’s patience seemed to run out, "Some things are pointless to talk about."

Mr. Lynch detected the implication in Silas Sutton’s words and quickly said, "I’ll immediately arrange for a car, and we can go for an on-site inspection together."

Silas Sutton raised his eyes slightly to look at him, "Mr. Lynch is so busy, do you have the time?"

Mr. Lynch, "I do..."

Mr. Lynch had just said ’I do,’ when he suddenly realized something, paused, then tentatively asked, "I am indeed a bit busy. If President Sutton doesn’t mind, perhaps Manager Grant could accompany you?"

Silas Sutton chuckled, "Whatever suits the host."

Mr. Lynch, "..."

More than ten minutes later, Stella Grant appeared in Silas Sutton’s car.

Stella Grant held a file in her hands, flipping through it while formally reporting the current progress of the project to Silas Sutton.

Silas Sutton raised his hand to tug at his shirt collar, which was slightly open, revealing a series of ambiguous marks on his neck.

Having finished speaking, Stella Grant looked up just in time to see this scene, certain unspeakable images flashed through her mind, and she slightly furrowed her brows.

Silas Sutton noticed her brows furrowing slightly and teased, "Finished talking?"

Stella Grant, "Finished."

Silas Sutton watched her with amusement, "Are you afraid of me?"

Stella Grant sat properly, her slender waist perfectly straightened, and smiled politely, "Not afraid, President Sutton is a gentleman, not someone underhanded."

Stella Grant’s words were correct, but they didn’t prevent Silas Sutton from hearing her underlying meaning.

This was hardly truly praising him as a gentleman; it clearly implied he was underhanded.

Silas Sutton, hearing this, smiled with deep eyes, "Manager Grant, rest assured, we are all adults, I won’t suddenly cling to you and make you responsible because of one accidental night together."