Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 61: Ruining One’s Own Future
The more excited Sue Woods was, the more confused Stella Grant became.
She knew about what happened back in Flynn Shepherd’s hometown because she handled it herself, but she had no clue about the other two things.
After finishing her words, Sue noticed that Stella hadn’t reacted, and with a smile, she asked, "Too happy to speak? Why so quiet?"
Stella snapped back and asked, "How did you find out about these things?"
Sue boasted, "I’ve got my own undercover sources."
Stella was eager to know the answer, "Speak properly."
Sue said, "Oh, there’s no such thing as an impenetrable wall. Let me tell you, my cousin, you know him, right? The one working at the Sutton Group, about to be your pretend boyfriend."
Stella couldn’t help but laugh, "Of course I remember."
After all, he was her pretend boyfriend; she couldn’t forget even if she wanted to.
Upon hearing Stella say she remembered, Sue continued, "Flynn has a distant cousin working as an intern at the Sutton Group. I heard the girl originally planned to go to the Rhodes Group to seek out Flynn, but you know how Flynn’s mom is—full of airs and little whispers to the girl’s family.
Now that Flynn’s in trouble, the family group is buzzing, and that girl shared the story with a few close friends. Coincidentally, my cousin is one of her straight male besties..."
"That’s quite a coincidence?" Stella remarked.
Sue chuckled, "Well, as they say, truth is stranger than fiction."
Stella said, "Bad news travels fast indeed."
Sue scoffed and added, "As the old saying goes, arrogance brings down rain, and arrogance brings disaster; it’s what he deserves."
Stella didn’t argue with that; the outcome was indeed what Flynn deserved.
She still remembered the first time she met Flynn, him speaking on stage as the freshman representative, wearing an old but neatly ironed white shirt, and faded jeans.
He appeared obviously poor, yet none stood taller than he did.
Stella never expected that in just a few short years, Flynn would become what he now was.
She thought he endured hardship like a sharpened blade and blossomed in adversity; that he would know to tread carefully with each step, not realizing he’d resort to trickery, ruining his future.
While chatting with Stella, the office door was knocked on by the assistant from the outside.
Sue looked up and said ’come in,’ then whispered to Stella, "I have something to attend to here, I’ll hang up, send you some photos of that scumbag getting beaten up later, so you can see how badly he got it."
She hung up the phone without waiting for Stella’s response.
When Sue said ’later,’ it was merely a minute or so.
Stella hadn’t even put down her phone when the photos arrived.
She tapped on the screen with her fingertip to zoom in on the details.
In the photos, Flynn was bruised and swollen beyond recognition, his features so distorted they didn’t match his original appearance.
Sue sent over a dozen photos, and by the seventh, Stella paused, recognizing a familiar face.
—Forrest Keller.
In the photo, Forrest stood at the entrance of an alleyway, wearing sunglasses, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, his expression betraying his disdain.
Worried she might be mistaken, Stella zoomed in further on the photo.
There was no mistake—it was Forrest.
Recognizing Forrest, she looked again at the alley, wasn’t it the same one in front of her residential area?
Some things are better not imagined or overthought, as they could unsettle one’s mind.
Looking at the photo, Stella gasped, reflected for a moment, exited the chat with Sue, and sent a message to Silas Sutton: Did you beat up Flynn?
Silas replied instantly: Awake now?
Stella wondered how Silas knew she had been sleeping, wanting to ask, but his second message came immediately: Hungry? Want to grab dinner together?
There were some things Stella wanted to clear up face-to-face, so she bit her lip and typed on the screen with her pale, slender fingers: Where are you?
Silas: Downstairs, in front of your building.
