CHAPTER 7: CHAPTER 7: DISGUSTING, BUT GOTTA ENDURE IT

A single "Stella" almost made Stella Grant throw up the remnants of last night’s dinner.

Stella Grant got up to fill her water at the dispenser with an expressionless face, and said coldly, "What’s up?"

On the other end of the phone, Flynn Shepherd asked, "Did you block me?"

Stella’s slender and fair fingers brought the cup to her lips, "Yes."

Flynn, not annoyed, even sounded somewhat smug, "We were in love. Why make things so awkward?"

That phrase "We were in love" hit Stella’s nerve directly.

In all her years, she had never seen someone make love so disgusting.

Cunningly getting close.

Draining every last bit of value.

And in the end, making you his stepping stone, his shield of shame.

After Flynn’s words, seeing Stella not respond, he sneered and continued, "Sure you don’t want to get back together?"

Stella replied coldly, "Is Chinese hard for you to understand?"

Flynn taunted, "Have you thought about how to explain it to your mom? She’s someone who cares a lot about face, the wedding date is set, and you just cancel it like that."

Stella responded indifferently, "Don’t trouble yourself. I have work to do, so if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."

Saying that, Stella was about to hang up the phone.

Hearing Stella about to hang up, Flynn’s attitude did a 360, no longer mocking, and quickly begged her not to hang up, "Stella, don’t hang up, I actually called you today to ask for a favor."

Stella said, "I have no obligation."

Flynn took a deep breath, "Stella Grant, if you help me with this favor, I promise not to bother you ever again. Plus, I’ll personally explain to your mom that we canceled the wedding this time because I have to go abroad for further studies for a few years. After some time, you can tell her we broke up because of a long-distance relationship..."

Admittedly, Flynn had a bit of cunning wit in him.

Otherwise, with no connections or background, he wouldn’t be in his current position.

Stella’s soft spot was Mrs. Grant, and Flynn perfectly grasped her weak point.

After saying everything in one breath and seeing that Stella hadn’t hung up, Flynn knew she was swayed and took the opportunity to add, "We’ve both come a long way in our careers. I know you feel besieged on all sides due to last night’s scandal. If you accompany me to a dinner, you can use me as a shield to quell all those rumors..."

Stella pondered it, then sighed softly, "Send the address to my phone."

Flynn laughed in agreement, "Sure, just take me off your block list."

Stella didn’t reply and directly hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Stella removed Flynn from her WeChat block list.

Evidently, Flynn had been waiting. No sooner had she unblocked him than he sent the address.

Stella glanced at the address, closed her phone, put it in her pocket, took a sip from her cup, and turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

This must be the adult world.

Disgusting, but you have to bear it.

At seven in the evening, Stella sent her reflection letter to Mr. Lynch, her superior Martin Lynch’s email, and got up, grabbing her handbag, taking the elevator downstairs.

At this hour, the building was mostly empty, except for the planning department’s lights still on, seemingly working overtime.

Leaving the office, Stella drove to the place Flynn specified.

Just as she arrived and hadn’t even parked her car, her phone in the console vibrated twice.

Stella turned her head and glanced over; a message popped up on the screen: Stella, is that bastard Flynn cheating on you?!!