CHAPTER 154: CHAPTER 154: FORCEFUL ARRANGEMENTS

Faced with Silas Sutton’s question, the man’s body stiffened slightly, and his eyes flickered.

"She was unlucky."

"I waited at the Sutton Group’s entrance for half a day and only saw her, a woman."

After the man finished speaking, Silas Sutton’s eyes turned cold and sharp, "I don’t like talking to fools."

With that, Silas Sutton lazily tilted his chin toward Orion Xavier.

Orion Xavier quickly understood, stepped forward, grabbed the man’s collar, and dragged him toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

One of the windows above was open, and Orion Xavier pushed aside the screen window and pressed the man’s head out.

At first, the man thought Orion Xavier was just trying to scare him, but when he realized Orion really intended to push him out, he screamed in fear.

Silas Sutton got up, walked over to the sofa and sat down, picked up the purple clay teapot on the coffee table to make tea, and said in a lazy, deep voice, "If the Sutton Group really owes you wages, rest assured, I’ll make sure every penny is settled, but under my nose, you dared touch my people, your little life..."

Silas Sutton left the sentence hanging, measuring the threat just right.

The man was just an ordinary worker, never having seen any great matters, and upon hearing Silas Sutton’s words, he was scared out of his wits.

The man shouted desperately, "I, I’m just here to ask for money, I’m not obeying anyone’s orders, I know nothing."

The man clumsily tried to cover up, as Orion Xavier pressed harder on the back of his neck, "Did I say you were under someone else’s orders?"

Realizing he had already misspoken, the man’s legs went weak, worried that Orion Xavier would really throw him out of the window, he stammered, "I’ll tell, I’ll tell, it was a man who gave me a picture of that woman, saying if we could catch her, the Sutton Group would settle our wages..."

After the man spoke, Orion Xavier turned his head to look at Silas Sutton, waiting for his next instruction.

Silas Sutton, expressionless, "What kind of man?"

The man said, "I don’t know, I didn’t see clearly, he was sitting in the car, and he didn’t show his face, I only saw he was wearing all white, nothing else."

The man finished trembling, his voice already carrying a sob.

Silas Sutton said nothing more, giving Orion Xavier a knowing glance.

Orion Xavier understood, releasing the pressure on the back of the man’s neck.

Feeling the pressure gone, the man fell to the ground, taking deep breaths as if reborn.

Just then, Silas Sutton’s phone rang.

Silas Sutton took out his phone, pressed the answer button, speaking coldly and tersely, "Speak."

The person on the other end said, "President Sutton, I just investigated, the payment for ’The Prosper Project’ was settled at the end of last year, it was their own foreman who took the money and ran."

Silas Sutton replied, "Got it."

Ending the call, Silas Sutton got up and walked towards the door, speaking in a deep voice as he walked, "’The Prosper Project’ was settled at the end of last year, go ask your foreman for the money."

The man was incredulous, "What?"

The man’s question went unanswered by Silas Sutton as he stepped out the door.

Orion Xavier crouched down to meet the man’s eyes, slapping the back of his head, "Surprised, right? The Sutton Group never delays project payments, maybe your foreman took the money and ran."

The man, still bewildered and refusing to believe, "Impossible, we all come from the same village, how could he..."

Speaking halfway, the man thought of something and suddenly fell silent.

Meanwhile, after Silas Sutton left the executive office, he took the elevator straight to the project department.

Seeing Silas Sutton, the staff at the project department stood up in panic.

"President Sutton."

"Hello, President Sutton."

Silas Sutton ignored them, walked straight to Stella Grant’s office, and pushed the door open.

Stella Grant was organizing Shawn Bishop’s project contracts for reporting and filing, and she looked up, stunned when she saw Silas Sutton.

Before she could speak, Silas Sutton strode in front of her, turned her office chair half a circle, leaned down, and with both hands on the armrests, looked at her and said in a low voice, "This isn’t a discussion, it’s a notification, you’re moving house tonight, to my place."