There’s wind in the corridor.
It’s not piercing, but it’s enough to keep one awake.
Stella Grant didn’t know how Silas Sutton did it.
With a solemn and serious deanor, his words were irresistibly seductive, tempting one into folly with every sentence.
After Silas’s words fell, Stella forced herself to remain calm, her red lips parted slightly, "President Sutton, rember to drink less in the future."
Silas raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
Stella dropped her usual deferential stance, speaking coldly and lightly, "Too much drinking can damage the brain’s central nervous system, making one prone to delusions."
Silas chuckled softly, "Manager Grant sure knows a lot."
Then, Silas leaned in close to Stella’s ear and said, "Your boyfriend doesn’t work; just now in the booth, I saw him take two pills."
Hearing this, Stella’s ears flushed red, and her fingertips trembled instinctively.
As soon as Silas finished speaking, the two people downstairs also quieted down.
Flynn Shepherd adjusted his suit pants and asked in a low voice, "Did that old guy tell you who are being promoted next quarter?"
Woman, "He didn’t say."
Flynn’s tone was a bit urgent, "He didn’t say, and you didn’t even ask?"
The woman reached out charmingly to tug at Flynn’s tie around his neck, "How dare I ask? He already suspects I’m cheating on him."
Flynn mocked, "He can’t satisfy you himself and won’t let you find satisfaction elsewhere?"
The woman snuggled into Flynn’s arms, clearly not satisfied yet.
Flynn saw what the woman wanted and reached under her skirt to comfort her, "Today, you go ho and discreetly find out who’s on the promotion list."
The woman looked at him seductively, "Why? You still want to get promoted?"
Since joining Rhodes Group five years ago, Flynn had already risen from an ordinary employee to a vice president, a position that others his age could only dream of.
But people, by nature, have endless desires.
After the woman spoke, Flynn’s hand under her skirt gently rubbed, "Shouldn’t I be promoted? I help the boss at the company and even more privately. An excellent employee like , being a general manager is not too much to ask, right?"
The woman lted in Flynn’s arms, "If the old guy finds out you’re sleeping with his woman, you can kiss your promotion goodbye... you’ll be lucky not to get fired."
The stairwell was empty, and the two didn’t lower their voices much, their conversation fell word for word into Stella and Silas’s ears.
Silas looked at Stella with interest, "Is the woman with your boyfriend President Wright’s wife?"
Stella noticed the mockery in his eyes and stared back without flinching, "If President Sutton is so curious, why not go down and have a look yourself?"
The woman tangled up with Flynn was indeed President Wright’s wife.
Previously, in Flynn’s apartnt, Stella had caught the two red-handed on the couch.
The scene was quite lodramatic. It was Flynn’s birthday, and Stella, who had been visiting Mrs. Grant in Brynnfield, had rushed back with a birthday cake as a surprise.
Unexpectedly, the surprise turned out to be a shock.
As soon as the door opened, the passionate, oblivious couple on the couch stunned her in place.
The woman was practically hanging onto Flynn.
The usually elegant and gentlemanly Flynn was utterly beastly at that mont.
Who discovered Stella first was unclear, the scene too chaotic to rember.
In any case, Flynn ended up kneeling and apologizing, shalessly claiming he did it all for their future happiness.
So, to ensure their future happiness, he ’sacrificed’ himself by sleeping with another woman?
Yes, quite a significant sacrifice.
Stella was lost in thought, her arm suddenly tightened, and before she realized it, Silas had led her outside.
Stella looked up at him in astonishnt, but before she could ask, the stairwell door opened behind her, and Flynn erged with President Wright’s wife.
Stella turned back at the sound, seeing Flynn’s face change to a nervous paleness, "Stella."
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