Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 143: Asking Her for Help

Before seeing the message, Sue Woods was merely averse.

After seeing the message, Sue Woods was thoroughly puzzled.

Go to The Welcome Pavilion? And bring Stella Grant?

If there’s something strange, there’s something amiss; if a person acts strange, there’s a hidden agenda.

Considering the relationship between Ben Lawson and Silas Sutton, Sue quickly replied with caution: Why? Why bring Stella?

Ben replied instantly: Do me a favor.

Sue: What kind of favor?

Ben: It’s a favor you can’t help with anyway, stop asking.

Sue, always loyal, felt as though she was spineless due to the money she owed Ben, but even then she wouldn’t betray Stella Grant and replied: If you don’t make it clear, I won’t bring Stella.

Ben: Do you believe I won’t contact Stella directly?

Sue felt frustrated, remembering Stella mentioning Ben was her benefactor, she pursed her lips and looked towards Stella, saying, "Ben said for both of us to go to The Welcome Pavilion."

Stella was carrying something Sue had bought to the kitchen, asked without turning around, "What for?"

Sue replied frankly, "I don’t know, he said he needs your help with something."

Stella placed the items on the kitchen counter, "Help with what?"

Sue said, "He didn’t say."

Stella paused while placing things, puzzled on her face.

A favor?

What kind of favor could she help with?

Stella turned, puzzled, and walked towards the living room, heading to the coffee table, she picked up her phone and found Ben’s number in the contacts, dialing it.

The phone rang twice before Ben picked up.

Before Stella could speak, Ben chuckled first, "Don’t worry, Mr. Sutton hasn’t been drinking, I’m keeping an eye on him."

Stella was at a loss for words.

Ben continued, "Definitely no women around, I guarantee it."

After that, someone seemed to ask Ben on the other end who he was on the phone with, and Ben joked, "Mr. Sutton’s girlfriend."

Listening to this, Stella understood most of it.

After a while, Ben hung up and quickly sent her a message: Mr. Sutton’s reputation is on the line, need urgent help.

Stella pondered for a few seconds, her fingers lightly tapping on the screen: Mr. Lawson, it’s really inconvenient for me, can you ask someone else?

Ben: No one else will do, afraid of blowing cover, please do it as a favor to me, please.

As a favor to him.

Ben’s favor, he was Stella’s benefactor back in the day.

With Ben putting it this way, Stella felt if she refused again, it would seem unkind.

Stella hesitated for a while and replied to Ben: Address.

Ben quickly replied back: The Welcome Pavilion 302.

Judging from what Ben said on the call, Stella could already guess what kind of favor he wanted her to help with.

Never owe anything, especially debts, they are the hardest to repay, whether monetary or favors.

As she put away her phone, Stella sighed lightly, looking down at Sue on the sofa, "I have to make a trip to The Welcome Pavilion, how will you manage lunch?"

Sue looked up, "What are you going for?"

Stella didn’t hide it, speaking frankly, "To help Silas Sutton with something."

Hearing this, Sue slapped her thigh, "I knew it!!"

Then, Sue gritted her teeth, "That sly dog of a man!"

Whether he was sly or not, Stella couldn’t say, but since Ben asked, she couldn’t refuse to help.

People need to know their boundaries, but also understand gratitude and repay favors.

Seeing Stella had made up her mind to go, Sue straightened her slouched back with a sense of righteousness, "I’ll go with you."

Seeing this, Stella’s lips curved up, "Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Woods."

Sue hummed, "Really envy you, having such a good best friend like me."

Stella turned to go change in the bedroom, talking as she walked, "Yes, it’s like my ancestors are smiling upon me."

An hour later, Stella drove bringing Sue to the parking lot of The Welcome Pavilion.

Sue, seated in the passenger seat, looked outside, noticing the two security guards standing straight at the entrance, she scanned them from head to toe, commenting, "Sure enough, the places rich people go are upscale and classy, even the security follows suit."

Stella unfastened her seatbelt, "How can you tell?"

Sue, "Those two security guards are wearing shoes, one Armani, one Coach, and both are new models."

Stella released her seatbelt, looked outside following Sue’s gaze, smiling, "Occupational hazard."

Sue sighed, "When young, I thought talking about money was vulgar, but now I see that true elegance is in what’s considered vulgar."

A while later, the two stood at the door of room 302, Stella raised her hand to knock and push open the door.

Upon opening, the room was smoky, and beyond the people inside, Stella immediately saw Silas Sutton sitting in the main seat, collar open slightly, looking utterly relaxed and lazy.