Conquest Game: The Aloof Husband is Dangerous!-Chapter 162 - 151: Each Takes What They Need

Silas Sutton glanced at her, "This is called being decisive! You cut it off when you need to."

Sophie Sutton pouted, "Humph! That’s just an excuse you men use!"

Silas Sutton snorted coldly, "On the other hand, it shows that the man doesn’t like the woman; otherwise, he wouldn’t be ruthless to her. I think you should wake up sooner!"

Sophie Sutton made a face at her brother, clearly dismissive of his words.

Jason Hawthorne was preoccupied with thoughts of Laura Quincy and their son, and didn’t listen to the exchange between the Sutton siblings. Since things were clear with Stella Jennings, there was no need to keep entangling, and cutting ties completely was good for her too.

But Stella Jennings didn’t see it that way. Feeling wronged and annoyed, she stormed out of the private room and walked quickly towards the door. It seemed that she could only ask Genevieve to check the surveillance cameras.

After hearing her request, Genevieve chuckled, "Miss Jennings, not to mention my place is just a small shop and doesn’t have cameras everywhere. Besides, my establishment always values privacy the most, even the parking lot is discreet, let alone the private rooms. Whatever the guests do inside is their privacy, and I have no right to check the cameras."

Her words implicitly rejected Stella Jennings’ proposal.

Stella Jennings was undeterred, "Genevieve, I know this request is difficult for you, but I’m desperately trying to find a woman named Laura Quincy. I assure you I won’t tell anyone else about what I see. My intention is clear."

Genevieve remained unmoved, "No, I, Genevieve, never break precedent for anyone."

Stella Jennings was furious, "Genevieve, forgive me for being blunt, but wouldn’t installing cameras allow you to see the guests’ whereabouts? Your staff can see, why can’t I?"

She paused, "Or are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"

Genevieve laughed brightly, "Deliberately making things difficult for you? Stella Jennings, don’t you think a tad too highly of yourself? I never have staff stationed at computers to check the cameras. Since the store opened, it’s never been done. The cameras are installed just in case, but you are not that ’just in case’."

Even in her refusal, Genevieve spoke with particular tact.

Stella Jennings was so angry her liver hurt. Was Laura Quincy’s trail going to be cut off here?

"Genevieve, do you really not know Laura Quincy?"

Stella Jennings reluctantly asked one last time.

Genevieve kept smiling, her expression calm, her eyes showing not the slightest ripple, "I don’t even know who this Laura Quincy is, worth you, Stella Jennings, going to such lengths to find. An enemy? A rival in love?"

She stared intently at Stella Jennings, as if trying to see the answer in her eyes.

Stella Jennings felt as if she hadn’t gleaned anything from her, but rather been seen through...

"Since Genevieve doesn’t know, it has nothing to do with you. Sorry for disturbing."

Throwing down these cold words, Stella Jennings turned to leave.

Genevieve was a woman of unfathomable depth. Rumors about her background were many outside, but no one knew which was true... 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She considered herself good at reading people, but could never see through Genevieve...

After she left, Genevieve held her arms and sneered, it seemed Stella Jennings had hired someone to tail Laura Quincy, otherwise, she wouldn’t have barged in looking for her.

After leaving, Stella Jennings made a call to the private detective, "Did your people see Laura Quincy come out of ’The Starry Clearing’?"

The other party shook their head, "No."

Stella Jennings took a deep breath, "Have your people keep watching."

Hanging up, Stella Jennings almost wanted to wait at the door for Laura Quincy to come out, but thinking of her own identity, and that Jason Hawthorne and the others were still inside, she held back.

In a few minutes, her phone rang again.

She thought it was the private detective calling back, but it was an unfamiliar female voice.

"Miss Jennings, I’m Phoebe Turner, Laura Quincy’s sister. I have very important information to tell you."

Originally intending to hang up, Stella Jennings paused, "What did you say? You’re Laura Quincy’s sister?"

Phoebe Turner quickly nodded, "Yes, I’m Laura Quincy’s half-sister. I have very important news. I think Miss Jennings would be interested."

Stella Jennings sneered, "Oh? How do you know I’d be interested? Where did you get my number?"

Phoebe Turner quickly said, "Here’s the thing, I initially intended to post this information online myself, but my reach is too small. After posting, no one noticed and it quickly got buried. So, helplessly, I thought of you, Miss Jennings. I believe this information would certainly interest you."

She didn’t answer how she got Stella Jennings’ phone number, as the person who tipped her off had repeatedly asked for confidentiality, so she didn’t breach that agreement.

Stella Jennings was intrigued, "Oh? Let’s hear it."

Phoebe Turner didn’t immediately tell but instead started discussing terms, "I want to sell this information to Miss Jennings. I wonder how much Miss Jennings is willing to offer?"

Stella Jennings laughed coldly, "How amusing! Do you think I’d believe your lies? Sell to me? What good news could you possibly have to sell me? Why should I buy your information?"

Phoebe Turner was undeterred, "Because my sister has a thing going on with Fourth Young Master Hawthorne. I believe Miss Jennings would be very interested."

Her words made Stella Jennings clench her fist, "What news? I’m not naming a price unless you tell me!"

Phoebe Turner is also sharp, "What if I tell you everything and then you refuse to pay, Miss Jennings?"

Stella Jennings saw the hostility in the other’s approach, "I have time now, let’s meet at the café on the corner of Riverbend Road, I’ll give you fifteen minutes."

With that, she hung up, not giving Phoebe Turner a chance to speak.

Phoebe Turner felt frustrated, but had to endure it...

Inside the café.

Stella Jennings and Phoebe Turner sat face to face, Stella was the first to speak as she didn’t want to waste time on useless people.

"If your information isn’t valuable, I won’t give you a single extra second!"

"Rest assured, Miss Jennings, since I’m asking you out, I’m obviously prepared."

Phoebe Turner sipped her coffee while sizing up Stella Jennings across the table, internally sighing: She’s truly a born heiress, with such poise!

That innate sense of superiority was something she could never compare to...

Stella Jennings was direct, "I prefer to get straight to the point."

The implication was already obvious...

Phoebe Turner was unhurried, "Since Laura Quincy is between you and Fourth Young Master, I assume you must really dislike Laura Quincy, Miss Jennings?"

Stella Jennings lowered her eyes, took a sip of coffee, and sneered, "Is Laura Quincy really your half-sister?"

Phoebe Turner nodded, "Of course! I took my father’s last name, she took her mother’s. She’s always been at odds with our family. I didn’t want things to come to this, but she went too far. Always pestering my mom for money that doesn’t belong to her..."

Stella Jennings coldly cut her off, "Enough! I don’t want to hear your family talk! I’m not interested in your family affairs, I just want to hear what you’ve got!"

Phoebe Turner wasn’t mad at being interrupted; doing business with a wealthy lady required some mental preparation.

"Don’t worry, Miss Jennings! The thing is, I have some really good news that can ruin Laura Quincy, make her a laughingstock, and have everyone pointing fingers at her..."

Phoebe Turner spoke excitedly. She originally planned to post this online herself, but had no influence, and Laura Quincy wasn’t any kind of celebrity. Plus, many people share the same name, so even if she posted it, it would be like nothing. No one would believe her...

That’s why she thought of Stella Jennings.

With Stella Jennings’s help, Laura Quincy would definitely suffer greatly!

What was she proud of before?

Let’s see who will help her this time!

Stella Jennings glanced at her, "How do I know what you’re saying is true?"

Phoebe Turner had to reveal a bit more, "Six years ago, Laura Quincy was an exchange student at the University of Aethelgard for a year. In reality, a mysterious person bought her a year and signed an agreement."

She stopped there, deliberately leaving Stella Jennings in suspense.

Stella Jennings was indeed interested, but still skeptical, "Are you just making this up to con money out of me?"

Phoebe Turner shook her head quickly, "I swear everything I say is true! If there’s any falsehood, may I be cursed to never get married!"

Stella Jennings believed her because the woman opposite clearly looked like someone who loves vanity and can’t endure hardship. If she dared to say such things, it must be true.

"What about the agreement?"

"Are you kidding, Miss Jennings? Of course, I can’t bring the agreement now, but I can assure you it’s true. Even if I don’t explain, you can imagine what kind of life Laura Quincy led that year, right? Isn’t that enough to ruin her?"

Phoebe Turner had a look of conviction.

Stella Jennings laughed coldly, "If the agreement’s contents are as you say, it indeed can ruin her."

Phoebe Turner’s eyes lit up, "Since Miss Jennings thinks this way too, I want five million."

Stella Jennings seemed to have heard the funniest joke, "Five million? Does Miss Turner think she’s here to rob me?"

Phoebe Turner bit her lip, "Doesn’t destroying your rival deserve five million?"

Stella Jennings laughed disdainfully, "Rival? Can Laura Quincy even be considered my rival? Is she qualified? I think Miss Turner is crazy for money!"

Phoebe Turner thought for a few seconds, "Then two million, not a penny less!"

Stella Jennings sneered, "This news is worth at most fifty thousand."

Phoebe Turner was astonished, "What? Only fifty thousand? How can that be possible? Ruining Laura Quincy is only worth fifty thousand? Aren’t you afraid I’ll..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence when Stella Jennings butted in, "Of course, plus fifty thousand for keeping quiet."

Phoebe Turner was still dissatisfied; this was entirely less than four-fifths of what she had imagined! From five million down to one hundred thousand...