Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 106: Closest Strangers

The two of them were going back and forth.

Stella Grant listened from the side, unconsciously pressing her lips together a bit tighter.

After Silas Sutton finished speaking, Hugh York looked at Stella and said, "Later, let Grant leave the acquisition plan with me, and I’ll give you an answer in two days."

Silas Sutton said in a deep voice, "She’s in charge of this project, so you should give her an answer directly."

Catching Silas Sutton’s intent to support Stella Grant, Hugh York readily agreed, "Alright, I’ll directly tell Grant the result then."

After finishing the business discussion, Hugh York and Silas Sutton exchanged a few pleasantries over the phone.

Before hanging up, Silas Sutton invited Hugh York to a meal, "I’ll treat you to dinner sometime, President York."

Hugh York jokingly asked, "It won’t be an ambush dinner, will it?"

Silas Sutton replied, "A celebration feast."

After they ended the call, Hugh York turned to Stella Grant and said, "Alright, let me take a look at your acquisition plan."

Hearing this, Stella hurriedly took out the acquisition plan she had prepared in advance from her bag and handed it to Hugh York.

Hugh York accepted it but didn’t immediately open it. He smiled faintly and said, "I’ll give you a result in two days."

Stella said, "Thank you, President York."

Hugh York chuckled softly, "You should thank yourself; you earned this opportunity."

Hugh York didn’t chat with Stella for long in the car before a phone call took him away.

The call came from a woman, sounding like Claudia Keaton who had just spoken in the hospital ward.

Watching Hugh York’s quickly retreating figure, Stella glanced at the milk and fruit she was holding, realizing she bought them in vain, unable to deliver them.

After finishing business, on her way back to the hotel, Stella’s mind was filled with her personal matters.

The person she met at the hospital just now, unless her eyes deceived her, was her biological father, Kenneth Grant, who had disappeared for five years after fleeing with the last sum of money.

Sitting in the taxi, Stella leaned her head against the car window, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

She didn’t know how to describe her current feelings.

Overall, it was very messy.

She had imagined many scenarios of seeing Kenneth Grant again.

Some were sad and sorrowful, others were joyfully tearful.

But she had never envisioned today.

When they met, both pretended not to recognize each other, like strangers from two worlds.

Stella thought all the way back, not snapping out of it until the taxi arrived at the hotel.

It wasn’t until the driver turned to tell her they had arrived that she belatedly came back to her senses to scan the code and pay.

Seeing her distressed state, the driver kindly asked, "Miss, are you alright?"

Forcing a smile, Stella replied, "I’m fine, take care."

The driver chuckled, "As long as you’re fine. In this world, nothing is insurmountable; everything except life and death is a small matter."

Stella said, "Mm."

Watching the taxi leave, Stella turned and walked towards the hotel.

As she was about to enter the lobby, a trembling voice suddenly came from behind, "Stella."

Hearing the voice, Stella halted abruptly, her slender back tensing up.

Seeing her not turn back, Kenneth Grant, who had chased after her, spoke again, "Stella, is that you?"

The two instances of "Stella" directly brought tears to her eyes.

After a while, Stella turned back, her red lips moving under Kenneth Grant’s guilty yet delighted gaze, "Dad."

Hearing Stella call him ’Dad’, Kenneth Grant’s old eyes teared up as he stepped forward and pulled Stella into an embrace, choked up, "I thought I’d never see you again in this life."

After five years apart, Stella couldn’t help but feel that the hug somehow felt different.

After embracing, Kenneth Grant pinched Stella’s arm, sizing her up from head to toe.

"You’ve grown up, and taller too."

"Looks like you’ve gotten thinner."

"Haven’t you been eating well these past few years?"

After Kenneth’s endless chatter, Stella opened her lips and said, "Dad, why don’t you ask about Mom?"

Upon mentioning Lynn Adler, Kenneth’s eyes flickered, obviously wanting to evade, "I, you, you all..."

Kenneth stammered for a long time but couldn’t manage a complete sentence.

Stella forced herself to calm down, looking at him steadily and asking, "The lady you were just with, is she a friend of yours?"

Faced with Stella’s inquiry, Kenneth’s face suddenly turned red.

Stella asked again, "Have you been living well these years?"

Kenneth was flustered and helpless, "Stella, let me explain..."

Standing across from each other at the hotel entrance, the atmosphere between the father and daughter, which should have been warm, was inexplicably tense.

Not far away, inside a black business car, a bodyguard observing the two dialed Silas Sutton’s number.

When the call connected, the bodyguard said, "President Sutton, Miss Grant met a middle-aged man and seems very emotional."