When she got home, Miss Frances greeted her with a smile. "Stella, Sir asked me to make your favorite chicken soup and beef brisket hot pot. It's ready now, you can eat."
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower first."
After her shower, she sat down to eat the beef brisket hot pot alone, but suddenly found she had no appetite. She had just managed to force down a small bowl when her phone chimed. She glanced at it—another text from that girl, and another photo.
This one made Stella Lockwood deeply unsettled.
Sean Quinn was carrying a woman up a flight of stairs. The woman's arms were wrapped around his neck, but her face wasn't visible... Still, the scene looked incredibly intimate.
She was furious and immediately sent Sean Quinn a text: "What are you doing?"
After quite a while, Sean Quinn finally replied: "Eating..."
He even attached a photo: three dishes and a soup, all very simple and light.
Stella Lockwood's brow furrowed. "With who?"
Sean Quinn: "A friend."
