CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135: STIRRING UP OLD MEMORIES

Coincidence?

Quite a coincidence.

From Veridia to Brynnfield, driving on the highway takes at least an hour. Setting up a chance encounter in her path.

There’s probably no other coincidence like this in the world.

Silas Sutton spoke, seeing Stella Grant silent, his distinct fingers resting on his chin as he chuckled softly, "Quite a coincidence, don’t believe it?"

Stella Grant stood on the steps without moving, her expression calm, "I believe."

Stella Grant said she believed, but there was clearly no hint of belief in her eyes.

The two stared at each other for a while, Silas Sutton chuckled, "Get in the car, I’ll take you."

Stella Grant looked at him, her mind flashing back to their last conversation: If you’re sure you don’t want any connection with me, remember to refuse me next time.

Stella Grant smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, President Sutton. I’ll just take a taxi."

With that, Stella Grant looked around, seeing no taxis coming, she took out her phone, opened a ride-sharing app, and started to hail a ride.

Silas Sutton, "So unapproachable?"

The app showed a driver had accepted the order, Stella Grant looked up, "It’s getting late, I won’t waste President Sutton’s personal time."

Just as Stella Grant finished speaking, a Volkswagen car made a U-turn and stopped in front of her, followed by a fortysomething, plump man sticking his head out of the car window, "Ending in 8944, right?"

Stella Grant smiled in response, "Yes."

The driver, "Hop in."

Upon hearing this, Stella Grant confirmed the license plate number, opened the rear car door, and bent down to get in. The driver checked her position in the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel, "The Crestview Complex?"

Stella Grant replied, "That’s right."

The two cars passed each other, Stella Grant remained calm, Silas Sutton’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The driver immediately noticed Silas Sutton, not only because of his striking car but also because of his piercing gaze.

As a man himself, the driver understood all too well what such a gaze represented.

After driving a distance, the driver glanced at the rear-view mirror with a smile, speaking to Stella Grant, "Your boyfriend?"

Stella Grant instantly understood he was referring to Silas Sutton, "No."

The driver chuckled, "Got it, a suitor."

Stella Grant smiled, instinctively wanting to refute, but nothing was said in the end.

Seeing that Stella Grant didn’t wish to discuss the topic, the driver tactfully fell silent.

About forty minutes later, the car arrived at The Crestview Complex.

Stella Grant paid and got out of the car. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, "Huh, that guy didn’t catch up."

Stella Grant paused slightly as she pushed the door open, then proceeded to get out.

Silas Sutton hadn’t caught up. If the driver hadn’t mentioned it, Stella Grant wouldn’t have noticed.

Throughout the journey, her thoughts were chaotic, uncontrollably turning into a mess, entirely too preoccupied to notice much else.

Meanwhile, Silas Sutton appeared in a private booth at a clubhouse.

As soon as Silas Sutton strided in, he was hit by the strong scent of blood.

Silas Sutton had always been averse to the smell of blood. He frowned slightly and spoke coldly, "Bloodshed?"

The bodyguard standing aside responded, "A little."

Silas Sutton sat down with a stern face, "There’s this strong a smell for a little?"

The bodyguard didn’t dare to hide anything, stepped forward, leaned slightly near his ear, and said, "Young Master Xavier accidentally injured someone during the act."

Silas Sutton, "Where is he?"

The bodyguard looked troubled, "Afraid you’ll be mad, he’s reflecting next door."

Silas Sutton scoffed coldly, "Reflecting? Does he even have that awareness?"

The bodyguard remained silent, not daring to reply.

Ever since Orion Xavier has been with Silas Sutton, he’s been relatively proper, except he lacks restraint.

It’s related to age, youthful impulsiveness.

After speaking, Silas Sutton said nothing more, gesturing with his chin to the bodyguard, implying him to bring the person up.

Understanding, the bodyguard stepped towards the suite inside the booth.

Before long, the bodyguard dragged a person out from inside.

Dragged out, the person’s legs trailed on the ground, neck drooping as if broken, clothes stained with blood.

The bodyguard tossed the person on the ground like a dead dog, "President Sutton."

Silas Sutton raised his hand lazily, using his fingertips to touch his brow, "You’re Zeke Adler?"

The person on the ground squirmed upon being addressed, his voice hoarse and dry, "Who, who are you?"

Silas Sutton lowered his gaze at him, his deep eyes filled with coldness, "Don’t remember me? Let me jog your memory, the kidnapping case of The Sutton Family of Veridia back then."