Just like the phone call at noon, this ssage has also been technically processed.
The network number can’t be replied to or called back.
Stella Grant stared at the ssage on the screen for a while, her fingertips resting on the table, contemplating who might have sent the ssage.
Ten million. Among the people she knows, probably only Silas Sutton could co up with that number.
Silas Sutton?
Thinking of Silas Sutton, Stella Grant’s delicate eyebrows furrowed lightly.
Everyone in her circle is a similar kind of person. There’s no one like that in her circle. At her company, she just started, and no rival company would be stupid enough to buy Sutton Group’s secrets from her.
After excluding all other unlikely possibilities, the only remaining possibility is that the person who sent the ssage knows Silas Sutton.
Or in other words, this person is an enemy of Silas Sutton.
The fingertips resting on the table grew tense, and an inexplicable chill ran down Stella Grant’s spine.
She had heard that the rich and powerful were full of disputes. The Grant Corporation was just a small company before, with so intrigue but never such high-level sches.
Stella Grant stood by the dining table for a while, contemplating for a mont, then forwarded the ssage to Silas Sutton.
Silas Sutton almost replied instantly, sending over two question marks: ??
Stella Grant reached out and pulled out a chair to sit down, replying to him: I suspect it’s soone you know.
Silas Sutton: My enemy?
Stella Grant: I can’t be sure.
Silas Sutton: Hmm, I’ll have soone investigate.
Seeing this reply from Silas Sutton, Stella Grant did not respond further.
About three or four seconds later, Silas Sutton sent another ssage: Have you had dinner?
Stella Grant’s slender, fair fingertips pressed against the screen without moving.
Silas Sutton’s third ssage: Beware of Charlotte Shelby. I’m not joking with you. Contact anyti if there’s anything.
Stella Grant: Okay.
After finishing the ssage with Silas Sutton, Stella Grant got up to clean up the dining table and kitchen, then called Lynn Adler before going to freshen up and rest.
On Silas Sutton’s end, he was in a private room at the bar, and after finishing the ssage with Stella Grant, he reached for the drink with ice in front of him and took a sip, his deep eyes filled with coldness.
Ben Lawson saw this and clinked glasses with him, "Sothing wrong?"
Silas Sutton tossed his phone to him, forming a parabolic arc, "See for yourself."
Ben Lawson barely managed to catch the phone that was suddenly thrown at him, hurriedly, and after a glance, a hint of mockery and disdain flashed across his eyes, "The big house can’t withstand loneliness?"
Silas Sutton lowered his head to light a cigarette, his expression lazy and relaxed, "How long until Sean Winslow gets out?"
Ben Lawson teased, "Missing him?"
Silas Sutton chuckled lightly, "If he stays in there any longer, I’m afraid his lousy security company will go bust."
Ben Lawson laughed, "No idea, I’ll visit tomorrow and ask him how long before he gets out."
Silas Sutton nodded, "Rember to tell him I miss him."
Ben Lawson, "So cheeky."
Sean Winslow, the second master of the Winslow Family in Veridia, served in the army for a few years. After retiring, the old master of the Winslow Family originally intended for him to co back and manage the family business, but for so unknown reason, he went solo and started a security company.
However, the Winslow Family’s innate business skills were evident, and in just a few years, he managed to run a small security company quite successfully.
Moreover, the security company mostly hired veterans who were dedicated and well-trained, leading many aristocratic families in Veridia to choose bodyguards from him later on.
Following Ben Lawson’s words, he paused, suddenly thinking of sothing, and turned to ask Silas Sutton, "I’ve still not figured out how Second Master Winslow ended up inside."
Silas Sutton raised an eyebrow, avoiding the truth, laughed mysteriously, "You go ask him."
Ben Lawson smacked his lips, "He’s always been one who sticks to rules — even now, his folded sheets are like tofu blocks — I don’t believe he’d ss up."
He continued, eyeing Silas Sutton, "I’d believe if they said you ssed up, but if Second Master Winslow did, I’d never believe it."
Silas Sutton swirled his wine glass, the ice clinking against the glass wall crisp and clear, "Sotis one shouldn’t trust their eyes too much."
Ben Lawson, "Hmm?"
Silas Sutton, "Take Second Master Winslow’s case for example. You think your second brother is strict with himself, yet he’s inside. You feel your fourth brother is unreliable, yet your fourth brother is here having drinks with you."
Ben Lawson picked up the subtext, spreading his arms naturally over the sofa armrest, "So bottom line, I’m the youngest!"
Silas Sutton raised his eyebrows and then lowered them, his gaze sweeping half an inch below his belt, "Indeed, not big."
Three words a man must never hear in his life: soft, thin, small.
Upon hearing Silas Sutton’s words, Ben Lawson set down his wine glass in a bid to go fight him.
Silas Sutton pushed him back by the chest, his smile fading, grabbed the wine bottle on the coffee table adding half a glass for him, "I need a favor."
Seeing Silas Sutton’s serious deanor, Ben Lawson stopped ssing with him, "What favor?"
Silas Sutton pushed the wine glass he refilled along the coffee table in front of him, tapped with his slender fingers, "Tomorrow, arrange a couple of people to create so trouble for Stella Grant. Be mindful not to hurt her."
Ben Lawson was bewildered, "Crazy?"
Silas Sutton drank, "Charlotte Shelby is a ticking bomb, and the big house has started making moves too. I need to keep her close to be at ease."
Ben Lawson instantly understood, sneering, "You plan to play the hero saving the beauty?"
Silas Sutton glanced at him, speaking slowly, "Winning hearts has always been a clever tactic."
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