Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 112: Countless Women Experienced

Relying on favoritism.

Only with favoritism can one be fearless.

In Silas Sutton’s words, there was an implied meaning. Stella Grant looked at him, her expression calm, as if she hadn’t heard.

Perhaps it was just bad luck tonight, but the road back to the hotel was entirely red lights.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, it was an hour and a half later.

The driver was someone the Sutton Group’s Portmere branch assigned to Silas Sutton. He didn’t dare slack off for a moment, afraid of displeasing Silas Sutton.

When the car arrived at the hotel, the driver proactively asked Silas Sutton if he’d checked in.

Upon learning that Silas Sutton hadn’t checked in yet, he eagerly helped with the process.

After completing the procedures, he walked to Silas Sutton with the room key and softly asked, "President Sutton, would you like to switch hotels? The quality of this hotel..."

Silas Sutton stood in front of the elevator, hands in his pockets, lazily replied, "No need."

The driver had already heard before coming that Silas Sutton wasn’t easy to serve. Hearing his words, he didn’t dare to argue, "Alright, President Sutton."

Silas Sutton said calmly, "It’s late. Go back and rest early. I’ll call you if I need anything."

Seeing that Silas Sutton was dismissing him, the driver felt relieved and awkward at the same time, "Contact me anytime if you need anything."

After the driver left, Silas Sutton and Stella Grant took the elevator upstairs together.

Silas Sutton glanced at the room key in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and didn’t press the button for his floor. Instead, he got off the elevator when Stella Grant did.

Seeing this, Stella Grant stopped in her tracks, "President Sutton."

Silas Sutton turned and looked at her, a smile at the corner of his mouth, his expression indifferent, "What’s wrong?"

Stella Grant kindly reminded him, "Your room is on the twenty-eighth floor."

Silas Sutton lied without batting an eye, "I wanted to discuss some business with you. We didn’t finish talking in the car."

Stella Grant heard this and didn’t move, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes, clearly saying: Do you think I believe you?

Silas Sutton, "You don’t believe me?"

Stella Grant, "Do you still have any credibility with me?"

Silas Sutton chuckled, "Stella Grant, did you forget what I just taught you? Leaning on a big tree provides shade."

Stella Grant’s red lips moved, "I forgot. I only remembered another thing you taught me: to forge iron, one must be strong; everything requires true skill. If you don’t have the ability, even the biggest tree is just a decoration."

Stella Grant learns quickly.

She applies new knowledge well.

Silas Sutton stood before her, tall, overshadowing her, the thin lips curving slightly, "Stella Grant, must we always engage in this tug-of-war?"

Stella Grant replied, "I actually think there’s no need. Like you said before, with someone like you, what kind of woman couldn’t you have?"

Silas Sutton looked at her, his voice low and deep, "Indeed, someone like me, what kind of woman couldn’t I have?"

Stella Grant, "So..."

Silas Sutton chuckled, "So, since you see me as so outstanding, how come you’re not moved at all?"

Upon hearing this, Stella Grant furrowed her brows.

This man is truly impregnable. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

As Silas Sutton finished speaking, noticing Stella Grant only became more guarded rather than relenting, he suddenly smiled, changed his strategy, lowered his head to take out his phone, and searched for a message to show Stella Grant.

Stella Grant followed suit and looked down. After seeing the message on the phone screen, her expression changed slightly.

The message was from Hugh York to Silas Sutton, indicating that the project could be finalized tonight, without waiting until tomorrow. However, regarding the acquisition amount, the Sutton Group needed to make concessions.

Stella Grant raised her eyes, "Wasn’t President York drunk?"

Silas Sutton retracted his phone, speaking with amusement, "Can you believe these old foxes?"

Stella Grant took a breath, "I understand."

Silas Sutton was right. To deal with someone like Hugh York, she indeed couldn’t use the approaches she had at a small company.

Every circle has its own way of doing things.

If the method is wrong, the effort is wasted.

She secretly felt fortunate that she hadn’t tried any little tricks in front of Hugh York. Otherwise, the result was evident; she would likely fail before even starting.

With matters involving business, Stella Grant had no reason to stop Silas Sutton from entering the room with her.

The two entered the room one after the other. Stella Grant turned, just about to close the door, when Silas Sutton pressed up behind her, his hand wrapping around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, laughing softly.

Stella Grant’s hand on the doorknob paused. After much patience, her red lips moved, "To be honest, President Sutton, if I hadn’t seen numerous gossip reports about you before, I would hardly believe you’ve been with countless women."