Eve Sherman looked at the two who were love-struck and sighed helplessly.
This building is in an old community, mostly inhabited by elderly people or middle-aged folks who are already married.
Rarely do you find any young handsome men as they mentioned.
She wasn't very interested, shook her head, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Wyatt Crawford's culinary skills had improved. She hadn't had a proper meal yesterday in Marinus, so after a full meal, she planned to go downstairs for a walk to aid digestion.
Zoe Sawyer was probably a bit excited because she saw a handsome guy earlier, insisting on dragging Wyatt Crawford out to have some fun. Wyatt was also a bit high-spirited, and the two laughed and went out.
Eve Sherman decided against the walk, preparing to stay at home to focus on work, when her phone suddenly rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, she immediately tidied her disheveled hair and quickly answered, "President Sutton? What instructions do you have so late?"
"Is this Stellan's assistant?"
The noise on the other end was loud, almost drowning out the voices. Eve Sherman strained to hear clearly and promptly nodded, "I am. May I ask who you are? Why is President Sutton's phone with you?"
"I'll give you an address, come pick him up, he's drunk."
The person said this and then directly hung up, sending her the address via text.
Stellan Sutton can't drink, yet he went out drinking?
Eve Sherman dared not delay for a moment, simply threw on a T-shirt and sweatpants, and swiftly went out the door.
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"I'm not that drunk."
Stellan Sutton took the phone from Simon Ford's hand, "The assistant is unwell, why trouble her so much?"
"Tsk, tsk." Simon Ford clicked his tongue, "Look at you, can't even speak clearly, and you say you're not drunk? Anyway, she's your assistant, even if she's half-dead, your matters should be her top priority."
Stellan Sutton frowned, leaning against the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed. Simon Ford immediately noticed something off, leaning in to observe him, "Are you in a bad mood?"
"Am I?" Stellan Sutton shook his wine glass, turning to look at the men and women dancing without care downstairs, "Not really."
His vision was excellent, and with a glance, he somehow spotted a familiar figure.
It was the person he met in the elevator earlier, his wife.
She was wearing a particularly cool vest and shorts, revealing a slender waist and legs, holding a wine bottle while pulling the man he saw earlier, dancing among a group of men.
Stellan Sutton's eyes glinted, and his brow furrowed even deeper.
"Who are you looking at?"
Simon Ford leaned in, following his gaze, but saw nothing clear.
"Nothing." Stellan Sutton withdrew his gaze, losing interest immediately.
The thought of divorce became even more resolute.
"By the way, didn't you register for marriage before? What about your wife? Why don't you ever go looking for her?"
As soon as Simon Ford finished speaking, Stellan Sutton's gaze swept over.
"So, you invited me to drink today with a mission?"
Simon Ford sighed helplessly and directly laid his cards on the table, "Grandpa Sutton used to be so fond of me, gave me a lot of pocket money too. Of course, I have to listen to what Grandpa says. Today, I'm here to persuade you, so what do you say!"
"It's pointless." Stellan Sutton lowered his eyelashes coldly, "I'm going to get a divorce."
"... Why? Did she cheat? Or is your assistant too charming?"
Simon Ford sincerely asked but was met with a cold glare from Stellan Sutton, "Don't look at people with biased eyes, they're all hardworking employees."
Simon Ford knew his demeanor meant he was about to get angry, so he shut his mouth obediently and simply raised his wine glass and clinked it with Stellan Sutton's.
After a few rounds of drinks, the private room door was suddenly pushed open.
Eve Sherman rushed in, her gaze falling on Stellan Sutton, "President Sutton, are you okay?"
Stellan Sutton frowned, raising his eyes to glance at her.
Her hair was still damp; it wasn't clear how she got here, blown into a disarray. Usually meticulously groomed, tonight she was somewhat a bit unkempt; it was evident she was in a hurry to get out.
"I'm fine."
He cast a glance at Simon Ford and then looked at Eve Sherman, "Just in time, you can drive."
"Alright, President Sutton."
Eve Sherman sized him up and whispered, "Shall I wait outside for you?"
"No need." Stellan Sutton stood up, straightening his shirt, "I'm leaving now."
Simon Ford smiled at Eve Sherman, "Your President Sutton is in a bad mood, as his assistant, you should comfort him well."
Stellan Sutton, not good with alcohol, was somewhat drowsy; his steps were slower, but he could walk on his own.
Eve Sherman followed closely behind, afraid he might fall.
He wasn't as meticulous and serious as when he worked, walking with a bit of a sway, yet he had the air of a graceful aristocratic gentleman, carefree and aloof.
"Sherman, get my lawyer in touch with the company tomorrow."
Eve Sherman instinctively asked, "What for?"
Stellan Sutton's eyes flashed, "Draft an agreement."