Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 91: Midnight Phone Call

Faced with Sue Woods’ questioning, Stella Grant didn’t hesitate for a moment and answered decisively.

"No."

Sue Woods asked with a hint of confusion, "Not even a little bit?"

Stella Grant firmly affirmed, "No."

Sue Woods asked, "Why?"

Stella Grant replied, "Why what?"

Sue Woods shook her head on the other end of the phone, "It’s not scientific."

Stella Grant laughed out loud, "You understand science?"

Sue Woods wasn’t buying Stella Grant’s attempt to change the subject and brought it back, "Even though Silas Sutton’s reputation isn’t great, he’s got looks and money. Why aren’t you even a bit interested?"

Stella Grant laughed, "There are plenty of men with looks and money in Veridia. Should I be interested in all of them?"

Sue Woods said unwillingly, "But he’s within your reach."

Stella Grant smiled, "How do you see that he’s within my reach? That kind of man..."

Stella Grant wanted to say that such a man, who seemed lazy and dissolute on the surface, was actually very strategic, and ordinary people couldn’t see through him.

But to avoid making things more complicated and letting Sue Woods overthink, she paused and said, "That kind of man is out of reach."

The words "out of reach" struck a nerve with Sue Woods.

Sue Woods nodded across the phone, agreeing, "Indeed."

The love between Cinderella and the prince, that’s all fairy tales.

In reality, they’re usually disasters.

Let’s not even discuss whether the prince’s family would oppose the marriage, even meeting the prince is a problem for Cinderella.

Different social circles, do you still expect a prince to mingle with commoners?

A real prince like that is probably just looking for fun, not mingling with commoners.

And you’d be the fun.

Thinking of these, Sue Woods’ gossiping mindset changed abruptly, and she reminded Stella Grant again, "Stay away from Silas Sutton, you must keep a distance."

Stella Grant didn’t even have such thoughts of getting involved, and replied with a laugh, "Relax, I get it, keep away from Silas Sutton to live a long life."

The two talked for a while, and they both resolved their concerns, said goodnight to each other, and hung up.

After the call was disconnected, Stella Grant got up from the bed, warmed a cup of milk for herself, drank it, and just when she was about to sleep, an image of Silas Sutton getting beaten up flashed in her mind.

Stella Grant suddenly opened her eyes and sighed long.

Who could have thought?

A man so arrogant outside actually had such a side.

Stella Grant turned over and wrapped herself like a cocoon in the summer.

On the other side, after hanging up with Stella Grant, Sue Woods sat by the bedside and didn’t sleep at all.

Timing it at 3:40, figuring Ben Lawson should be sound asleep, she tapped on the screen and dialed his number.

The call connected, the ringtone played, but Ben Lawson didn’t pick up.

Seeing the screen show the call had ended, Sue Woods smirked and dialed again.

After calling repeatedly ten times, finally, on the eleventh call, Ben Lawson picked up.

Before Ben Lawson could get mad, Sue Woods cheerfully started, "Mr. Lawson, I found out for you."

Ben Lawson was already in a daze from sleep, having finally fallen back to sleep only to be woken up again. His mood could be imagined, but he couldn’t let Sue Woods notice anything was wrong, so he held back his anger, "Speak."

Hearing Ben Lawson’s gritting teeth, Sue Woods felt great, and to wake him up a bit more, she didn’t get straight to the point but started asking about his daily routine, "Mr. Lawson, what time do you usually sleep?"

Ben Lawson, with his nerves frayed and the temples throbbing, replied, "Depends, usually eleven."

Sue Woods continued, "And what do you usually like to eat? Any dietary restrictions?"

Ben Lawson felt the fire rising in his chest, "I don’t eat anything with a fishy smell."

Sue Woods grinned, continuing in her sweet voice, "Do you have any hobbies like swimming or fitness?"

Ben Lawson was on the brink of exploding, but for the sake of friendship, he held back, "I work out, usually more than three times a week."

Sue Woods kept on asking, "When you work out, what exercises do you do? Cardio or weight training?"

Sue Woods’ questions were getting more and more outrageous, almost like she was writing an absurd handbook. Ben Lawson was finally driven mad and said angrily, "Do these have anything to do with what I asked you to do?"

Sue Woods thought to herself: Ha, you know they don’t.

What Sue Woods thought in her heart was definitely not what she could say out loud, so she hypocritically promised, "They don’t, I was just curious what successful people like you live like."

Ben Lawson was speechless.

Sue Woods’ overly proper attitude directly halved the anger in Ben Lawson’s chest. Thinking it must be her real opinion, he paused and said, "I’m not saying you can’t ask, just that at this time, it’s not appropriate; it’s bedtime."

Hearing this, Sue Woods laughed mockingly on the phone: You know it’s bedtime? I thought you had a part-time job with the King of Hell and didn’t know what night rest was.

Feeling Ben Lawson was sufficiently annoyed, Sue Woods cleared her throat and got to the main topic, "Mr. Lawson, the project you asked me to inquire about, Stella said it’s not impossible to acquire. But the condition is you have to bring the price down. She wouldn’t specify how much lower, because the Sutton Group is also looking to acquire this project."

After Sue Woods finished speaking, Ben Lawson perfunctorily acknowledged, "Hmm."

He had zero interest in the project.

Noticing Ben Lawson’s lack of enthusiasm, Sue Woods worried he’d get mad again and tactfully asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

Ben Lawson replied, "No, go to sleep."

Sue Woods replied with a smile in her voice, "Goodnight, sweet dreams."

Hearing Sue Woods’ laughter, Ben Lawson frowned, wondering if it was his imagination, but her laughter sounded like a plan had succeeded, such a schemer...