Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 75: Helping Her

Mr. Sutton?

Hearing this, Stella Grant paused slightly in her steps and turned to look at Forrest Keller.

Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Forrest Keller raised his hand, half-fist, to his mouth, pretending to cough lightly, then lowered his voice to explain to Stella Grant, "President Sutton’s grandfather."

Stella Grant asked, "Waiting for me?"

With so many people around, it wasn’t suitable for Forrest Keller to speak clearly, so he blinked hard a few times.

It seemed so.

After a week of interaction, while the two didn’t have deep chemistry, they had at least some understanding.

Stella Grant understood, recognizing this wasn’t a place suitable for a conversation, she nodded slightly and kept walking.

Upon reaching the door of the president’s office, Stella Grant raised her hand to knock.

When she heard a voice from inside saying "Come in," she placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Silas Sutton’s office was predominantly decorated in brown tones, not exactly oppressive but not lively either.

Compared to his distinctive persona, the office decor was quite conventional.

After entering the room, Stella Grant calmly called out, "President Sutton."

Silas Sutton sat in the boss chair, his face slightly stern, "Have you heard about Shawn Bishop’s project?"

Stella Grant calmly responded, "I’ve heard about it."

Silas Sutton, in a low voice, said, "Share your thoughts on this project."

Stella Grant spoke calmly, "Shawn Bishop’s investors are a foreign company. Initially, they wanted to turn the project into a water park. After completing the foundation, they found it inappropriate and then decided to convert it into an amusement park. The construction reached halfway when the procedures weren’t approved, leaving the project in a state that’s difficult to conclude."

Silas Sutton asked, "Do you think it’s necessary to invest in this project?"

Stella Grant thought for over ten seconds, then tilted her lips in response, "It depends."

Silas Sutton remained expressionless, slightly raised his chin at her, indicating for her to continue speaking.

Stella Grant’s red lips moved, "If it’s equity investment, there’s absolutely no need; the situation is too messy, too many people are in charge, it’s more disadvantageous than advantageous, with endless future troubles. However, if it’s about acquiring this project at a price thirty-five percent below market value, it’s worth considering."

Stella Grant sat across the desk, offering a thorough analysis of the pros and cons to Silas Sutton.

Silas Sutton’s shirt collar was slightly open, listening to her analysis, his long fingers tapped lightly and lazily on the armrest of the chair, "Do you think Shawn Bishop would be willing to transfer this project at a price thirty-five percent below market value?"

Stella Grant spoke truthfully, "Difficult."

Silas Sutton, "Any way?"

Stella Grant considered for a moment and said, "Forty percent chance."

Silas Sutton raised his brow at the words, "Chance so low?"

Stella Grant remained calm, "I don’t dare boast."

She was new to the role, a parachute hire, even without fault, she was already seen as having fault in the eyes of others. If she boastfully claimed she could handle this project, yet failed in the end, her future at Sutton Group was predictable.

Even if not completely restricted, she’d be walking on thin ice.

The dialogue between the two was direct, with no hint of personal emotion.

After Stella Grant finished speaking, Silas Sutton stared at her for a moment, then shifted his gaze away from her, looking at the old man sitting on the sofa, "Granddad."

From the moment she stepped into the office, Stella Grant had noticed the elderly man sitting on the sofa.

His hair was white, possessing an aura of authority without anger.

He held a cane, the handle carved with an eagle.

The eagle was lifelike, especially its eyes, sharp, somber.

Stella Grant didn’t intend to scrutinize Mr. Sutton, but Mr. Sutton’s gaze solidly landed on her, examining.

After a while, Mr. Sutton spoke about something unrelated to Shawn Bishop’s project, "He went to Brynnfield last week because of you?"

Stella Grant knew what Mr. Sutton was referring to and replied confidently, "Yes, at that time I was still at Omni, there was an issue with a project I was handling in collaboration with President Sutton, and he asked me to revise the proposal."

Mr. Sutton, "Just because of the project?"

Stella Grant, "Yes."

Mr. Sutton sneered coldly, turning his gaze to Silas Sutton, "Since you believe she has ability, let her negotiate this project. If she succeeds, let her stay at Sutton Group. If she fails..."

Leaving the "if she fails" hanging, Mr. Sutton paused.

Stella Grant wasn’t foolish, she could sense his implication that if she failed, she’d have to pack up and leave.

Standing in front of the desk in silence, with Silas Sutton present, it wasn’t her place, a subordinate, to settle matters with Mr. Sutton.

Silas Sutton’s finger tapping on the chair armrest stopped for a moment, lifting his eyelids to look at Mr. Sutton, "If she succeeds, it’s just letting her stay at Sutton Group?"

Mr. Sutton inquired, "What do you want to do?"

Silas Sutton, "Rewards and punishments should be clear. If she succeeds, give her a one percent commission on the project."

A three billion project, one percent is three million.

At these words, Stella Grant trembled slightly, lifting her lowered eyes.

Silas Sutton didn’t look at her but instead exchanged a seemingly half-smiling glance with Mr. Sutton, "What do you say?"