They continued playing the game, and the atmosphere became increasingly relaxed. Soon, Stella Fletcher got drunk and collapsed on the table, unconscious. Seeing Stella drunk, Silas Everett remained indifferent and simply called his assistant Kerry over. "President Everett, you called me?" Kerry glanced at the drunk Stella, then at his boss, with a gossipy expression. The boss actually invited the secretary out for drinks? Could it be that the boss has taken a liking to Stella? Silas glanced at Kerry and said calmly, "Take her home." Kerry quickly nodded, "Okay, President Everett." With that, he was ready to lift Stella. However, just as Kerry’s hand touched Stella, Silas suddenly said, "Wait a minute." Kerry froze, looking at Silas in confusion. Silas frowned slightly, as if contemplating something, then stood up and said, "Forget it; I’ll take her back myself." Kerry’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief. What’s up with the boss? He just asked him to take her, but now he’s going to do it himself? Could it be that the boss really has feelings for Stella? Silas didn’t pay attention to Kerry’s surprise, bent down to pick up Stella, and walked out of the bar. Kerry hurried to follow, filled with curiosity and speculation. On the way to take Stella home, Silas looked at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms, feeling a strange emotion arise in his heart. He didn’t know why he suddenly changed his mind and insisted on taking her home himself. Maybe it was because her drunken appearance stirred his sympathy, or perhaps he had developed a slight feeling for her deep down inside. Silas shook his head, trying to dismiss these strange thoughts. He told himself he was just doing what a boss ought to do, and there were no other intentions. Soon, they arrived at Stella Fletcher’s residence. "By the way, President Everett, do you know which floor Stella Fletcher lives on?" This question stumped Silas, who shook his head, "I don’t know, you don’t know either?" Kerry shrugged, "I don’t know either." If he knew, would he be asking the boss? Ultimately, Silas looked helpless, "Forget it, drive to my place!" Silas had bought a small villa in Aethelgard, thinking it was better for long-term residence rather than staying in hotels all the time. "Alright, President Everett." Kerry nodded and continued driving to Silas’ villa. The car soon arrived at Silas’ villa. Silas carried Stella inside and gently laid her on the bed in the guest room. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net He tucked her in, and as he looked at her peaceful sleeping face, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes. Soon, he returned to normal, turned, left the room, and shut the door. As Silas came out of the guest room, Kerry had not left and was waiting for him outside. "President Everett..." Kerry started to speak. Silas interrupted, "Let’s talk downstairs." Kerry nodded and followed Silas to the downstairs area. They came to the living room on the first floor, Silas sat on the sofa, and Kerry stood respectfully by his side. Silas frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, said, "Don’t mention today’s events to anyone." Kerry quickly nodded, "Understood, President Everett. I understand." Silas leaned on the sofa as if pondering something. After a while, he asked, "How’s the progress with the company’s recent projects?" "It’s almost there, but the Hawthorne Group still has not agreed to cooperate with us." Upon hearing Kerry’s words, Silas clasped his hands together, and a look of coldness flashed beneath his glasses. "Caden Hawthorne has always been cautious; he definitely won’t agree to cooperate with us easily." This was something Silas had anticipated. Kerry nodded slightly in agreement. "So what should we do next? Continue to contact Hawthorne Group?" Silas thought for a moment and then said, "Let’s hold off for now and see if there are other opportunities. We can’t push Caden too hard, or it might backfire." Kerry replied, "Alright, President Everett. I’ll keep an eye out for other cooperation opportunities." "By the way..." Silas suddenly thought of something and instructed, "Kerry, check whether Caden Hawthorne and Vivian Lynch have a marriage of convenience." Kerry looked surprised, why would President Everett suddenly ask out of the blue? Isn’t Master Hawthorne very much in love with his wife? How could it be a marriage of convenience? Despite his confusion, Kerry still nodded, "Okay, President Everett." Silas waved his hand to indicate Kerry could leave. After Kerry left, Silas sat alone in the living room, lost in thought. If Vivian and Caden really have a marriage of convenience, when the term is up, won’t they just divorce? But why do they appear to be so loving and harmonious, unlike a couple in a contractual marriage? Are they just pretending, or have they developed real feelings for each other over time? Silas fell into deep contemplation. The next day, sunlight streamed into the room through the glass window. "Ring, ring, ring..." Stella Fletcher was awakened by her phone alarm, instinctively reaching under the pillow for her phone, only to find it on the bedside table instead. She sat up, turned off the alarm, and prepared to snooze a bit longer, only to remember that today was Monday and she had to go to work. Stella instantly became alert; she looked around and realized she was in an unfamiliar room. She tried hard to recall last night’s events, but only remembered drinking with Silas at the bar, and everything after that was a blur. She panicked, flinging aside the covers, but upon seeing her clothes still intact, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. She quickly got out of bed, tidied up her hair and clothes, then walked out of the room. Stella carefully descended the stairs and saw Silas sitting on the living room sofa reading a newspaper. Her face instantly turned red, and she awkwardly said, "Good morning, President Everett. How... how did I end up here?" Silas put down the newspaper, looked at Stella, and replied calmly, "You got drunk last night. I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you to my house." Stella hurriedly apologized, "I’m sorry, President Everett, for causing you trouble. I’ll leave right away." Silas frowned slightly, "Wait a minute, have breakfast before you go!" Upon hearing this, Stella quickly waved her hands, "No need, President Everett, I..." "Don’t be so polite, have breakfast, and I’ll drive you to the company afterward." Silas’s words were hard to refuse. Ultimately, Stella compromised, staying with a sense of reluctance. Silas instructed the servants to prepare breakfast, while Stella sat at the dining table, too nervous to lift her head. She didn’t know how to face Silas or if she had done anything embarrassing last night. Silas ate his breakfast leisurely, as if reading her mind, and chuckled, "Why so tense? What? Afraid I’ll eat you up?"