Before seeing the ssage, Sue Woods was rely averse.
After seeing the ssage, Sue Woods was thoroughly puzzled.
Go to The Welco Pavilion? And bring Stella Grant?
If there’s sothing strange, there’s sothing amiss; if a person acts strange, there’s a hidden agenda.
Considering the relationship between Ben Lawson and Silas Sutton, Sue quickly replied with caution: Why? Why bring Stella?
Ben replied instantly: Do a favor.
Sue: What kind of favor?
Ben: It’s a favor you can’t help with anyway, stop asking.
Sue, always loyal, felt as though she was spineless due to the money she owed Ben, but even then she wouldn’t betray Stella Grant and replied: If you don’t make it clear, I won’t bring Stella.
Ben: Do you believe I won’t contact Stella directly?
Sue felt frustrated, rembering Stella ntioning Ben was her benefactor, she pursed her lips and looked towards Stella, saying, "Ben said for both of us to go to The Welco Pavilion."
Stella was carrying sothing Sue had bought to the kitchen, asked without turning around, "What for?"
Sue replied frankly, "I don’t know, he said he needs your help with sothing."
Stella placed the items on the kitchen counter, "Help with what?"
Sue said, "He didn’t say."
Stella paused while placing things, puzzled on her face.
A favor?
What kind of favor could she help with?
Stella turned, puzzled, and walked towards the living room, heading to the coffee table, she picked up her phone and found Ben’s number in the contacts, dialing it.
The phone rang twice before Ben picked up.
Before Stella could speak, Ben chuckled first, "Don’t worry, Mr. Sutton hasn’t been drinking, I’m keeping an eye on him."
Stella was at a loss for words.
Ben continued, "Definitely no won around, I guarantee it."
After that, soone seed to ask Ben on the other end who he was on the phone with, and Ben joked, "Mr. Sutton’s girlfriend."
Listening to this, Stella understood most of it.
After a while, Ben hung up and quickly sent her a ssage: Mr. Sutton’s reputation is on the line, need urgent help.
Stella pondered for a few seconds, her fingers lightly tapping on the screen: Mr. Lawson, it’s really inconvenient for , can you ask soone else?
Ben: No one else will do, afraid of blowing cover, please do it as a favor to , please.
As a favor to him.
Ben’s favor, he was Stella’s benefactor back in the day.
With Ben putting it this way, Stella felt if she refused again, it would seem unkind.
Stella hesitated for a while and replied to Ben: Address.
Ben quickly replied back: The Welco Pavilion 302.
Judging from what Ben said on the call, Stella could already guess what kind of favor he wanted her to help with.
Never owe anything, especially debts, they are the hardest to repay, whether monetary or favors.
As she put away her phone, Stella sighed lightly, looking down at Sue on the sofa, "I have to make a trip to The Welco Pavilion, how will you manage lunch?"
Sue looked up, "What are you going for?"
Stella didn’t hide it, speaking frankly, "To help Silas Sutton with sothing."
Hearing this, Sue slapped her thigh, "I knew it!!"
Then, Sue gritted her teeth, "That sly dog of a man!"
Whether he was sly or not, Stella couldn’t say, but since Ben asked, she couldn’t refuse to help.
People need to know their boundaries, but also understand gratitude and repay favors.
Seeing Stella had made up her mind to go, Sue straightened her slouched back with a sense of righteousness, "I’ll go with you."
Seeing this, Stella’s lips curved up, "Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Woods."
Sue humd, "Really envy you, having such a good best friend like ."
Stella turned to go change in the bedroom, talking as she walked, "Yes, it’s like my ancestors are smiling upon ."
An hour later, Stella drove bringing Sue to the parking lot of The Welco Pavilion.
Sue, seated in the passenger seat, looked outside, noticing the two security guards standing straight at the entrance, she scanned them from head to toe, comnting, "Sure enough, the places rich people go are upscale and classy, even the security follows suit."
Stella unfastened her seatbelt, "How can you tell?"
Sue, "Those two security guards are wearing shoes, one Armani, one Coach, and both are new models."
Stella released her seatbelt, looked outside following Sue’s gaze, smiling, "Occupational hazard."
Sue sighed, "When young, I thought talking about money was vulgar, but now I see that true elegance is in what’s considered vulgar."
A while later, the two stood at the door of room 302, Stella raised her hand to knock and push open the door.
Upon opening, the room was smoky, and beyond the people inside, Stella imdiately saw Silas Sutton sitting in the main seat, collar open slightly, looking utterly relaxed and lazy.
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