Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 166: Walking Hormones

Facing the man’s inquiry, Silas Sutton did not answer directly.

He glanced at Stella Grant with a half-smile before chuckling slightly, saying, "Take a guess."

The man raised an eyebrow at his words, "Guess?"

Silas Sutton chuckled softly, noticing that Stella Grant didn’t want to talk to him, pretended not to know her as he brushed past.

Just as Silas Sutton and the others swaggered past, the door of Stella Grant’s private room suddenly opened.

A young girl peeked out, smiling with her eyes as she saw Stella Grant, "Manager Grant, what would you like to eat? I’ll order for you."

The girl’s smile froze when she suddenly noticed Silas Sutton, standing up straight, "President Sutton."

Silas Sutton’s thin lips curled into a smile, his expression inscrutable, "Hmm."

The girl was an intern, usually staying in the project department to do odd jobs, never having seen any executives, let alone Silas Sutton himself, she was instantly too frightened to even breathe.

After Silas Sutton and the others moved on, she glanced at Stella Grant as if about to cry.

That glance was full of grievance in her eyes.

Having seen enough of the scheming in the industry, Stella Grant couldn’t help but want to laugh when she saw the girl’s expression, took two steps forward to the door, and patted her arm in a comforting way, "It’s okay."

The girl blinked, "President Sutton’s eyes didn’t show any joy when he smiled."

Stella Grant didn’t respond, changing the subject, "Let’s order."

Stella Grant followed the girl into the private room, while the man who was talking to Silas Sutton looked at him suspiciously, "Was that someone from your Sutton Group just now?"

Silas Sutton, "Hmm."

"And the woman who just passed by, is she also from Sutton Group?"

Silas Sutton neither confirmed nor denied it but did not answer.

Seeing a woman who doesn’t greet the boss, she’s either ready to resign or has a history with the boss.

The man wanted to ask more, but Silas Sutton had already stepped into the private room.

In the next room, once inside, Stella Grant didn’t order her favorite dishes, instead, she asked the waiter to add two more of the restaurant’s specialties.

Don’t be fooled; although half of them had gossiped about Stella Grant behind her back at the company, at this moment, the atmosphere was harmonious, and not one of them showed a sour face.

Once the dishes were all served, Stella Grant stood up and led the first round of drinks.

It was not by choice, but out of social obligation.

After downing a glass of wine, Stella Grant invited everyone to start eating.

After taking a few bites, Peter Wright, who was sitting beside her, stood up with his wine glass to toast her, "Manager Grant, I toast to you. May our future be long, and I hope you’ll take care of me."

Peter Wright’s words were smooth and slick.

Stella Grant sat in her seat without moving, raising her glass to clink with Peter’s.

A subordinate should hold their glass lower than their superior during a toast.

Since Stella Grant did not rise, her glass was not raised high, naturally, Peter had to bend over.

They locked eyes, Peter noticed the distant smile in Stella’s eyes, realizing she was silently putting him in his place, gritting his teeth as he leaned forward to clink glasses.

After the glass clinked, Stella’s smile broadened, "I can’t say much about looking after you, let’s just hope for a pleasant collaboration."

With Peter taking the lead, the others also began to toast Stella.

There were only so many people in the project department; it wouldn’t do to favor some over others, so she couldn’t refuse any of them.

Ten glasses, and they were shots of liquor, no matter how small the glasses or how good a drinker Stella was, the alcohol would inevitably get to her.

After downing ten glasses, Stella took a sip of juice to suppress the effects of the alcohol, and taking advantage of the casual chatting among the group, she got up and left the private room to go to the bathroom.

In fact, there was a bathroom inside the private room, but Stella wanted to go out for some air.

Honestly speaking, she didn’t much like crowded and noisy environments, staying for a while was fine, but after a long time, she’d inexplicably feel irritated.

Stepping out of the private room, Stella walked to the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

The men’s room was on the left, the ladies’ on the right, with a shared sink area at the entrance.

Just as she reached the doorway, she saw Silas Sutton striding out from inside.

Silas Sutton had evidently also drunk quite a bit, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned a few more than usual, revealing some muscle, along with his throat glistening with water droplets, making him appear inexplicably sexy and tempting...

Beside him, several women were already eyeing him eagerly.

Stella stopped and did not move upon seeing the scene before her, a word flashing in her mind: walking hormone.