CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: SHE LOST SOMETHING

Silas Sutton’s "Is that so?" carried a nuanced meaning.

After speaking, his slender fingers holding a cigarette reached out of the car and flicked off the ash.

Ben Lawson observed, clicked his tongue, "Keep pretending, go on."

Silas Sutton squinted and smiled.

A sly smile, a pensive smile.

On the other side, after Stella Grant took a taxi home, she soaked in a hot bath, sitting in the bathtub, she went through everything that happened tonight.

From every drink she had at the celebration party, every person she came across, to later meeting Silas Sutton.

Not a detail was overlooked.

Finally, she settled her suspicion on the waiter who handed her the juice.

The drinks she had tonight were all taken from the table, impossible to be spiked, as the one spiking couldn’t be sure she’d definitely take that cup.

Everyone present tonight were old foxes; probability wise, no one would be that stupid.

Only the juice handed by that waiter was an exception.

She thought he was being considerate, offering her juice to sober up as he saw her drinking too much, and she even tipped him two hundred bucks.

Thinking back now, she realized she was too careless.

Outdoors, especially as a woman, no matter how harmless the thing entering your mouth looks, you have to be more cautious.

But even if she reacted now, it was too late; those old foxes would certainly not leave any evidence for her to trace.

Luckily she finally ran into Silas Sutton...

Thinking of Silas Sutton, Stella Grant slightly furrowed her brows.

This "luckily" might not be so lucky after all.

Stella Grant actually had a previous encounter with Silas Sutton.

Back then when she was still the fiancée of Flynn Shepherd, Vice President of Rhodes Group, she attended a drinking session with Flynn Shepherd, inadvertently clinking glasses with Silas Sutton.

The scene of drinking cross-cupped wine remains vivid in Stella Grant’s memory.

Quite humiliating.

Flynn Shepherd threw her into the scene to curry favor with the rich and influential, while he joined the crowd in jeering.

Stella Grant kept her composure for the bigger picture, but her expression at the moment must not have been pleasant.

Silas Sutton reached out to her voluntarily at that time, leaned down and spoke near her ear, "Don’t worry, it’s just drinking, I’m not lustful."

While Stella Grant was lost in thought, her phone on the shelf suddenly rang.

Stella Grant took a shallow breath, refocused her thoughts, reached for the phone, and after seeing the call notification on the screen, her features softened as she answered, "Mom."

After Stella Grant spoke, Mrs. Grant’s concerned voice came from the other end of the phone, "Stella, are you home yet?"

Stella Grant said, "I’m home, in the bath."

Mrs. Grant, "Good to hear you’re home; last night you told me you’d attend a celebration dinner tonight, I was worried you’d drink too much so I haven’t slept. Remember to have some honey water before bed to avoid a headache tomorrow morning..."

Mrs. Grant’s concerned voice came one after another.

Listening, combined with tonight’s experiences, Stella Grant’s eyes suddenly reddened.

After Mrs. Grant finished speaking, Stella Grant sniffed and asked, "Mom, how have you been recently?"

Mrs. Grant hesitated briefly, then replied with a laugh, "Fine, I have nothing much going on all day long."

Stella Grant, "Is there still no news from Dad?"

Mrs. Grant didn’t reply for a long time this time, obviously not wanting to answer, and then diverted the conversation saying a lot, finally saying, "It looks like it’s about to rain, I’ll go collect the clothes. You take care of yourself outside, don’t worry about family matters all the time."

After advising her, Mrs. Grant hastily hung up the phone as if she was in a hurry.

Looking at the phone screen that turned dark, Stella Grant’s hand holding the phone suddenly tightened.

The next second, the phone in her hand made a "ding" sound.

Stella Grant lowered her gaze, thinking it was a message from Mrs. Grant, only to find it was from an unknown number: Manager Grant, your lingerie was left in my car.