When Love Comes Late

Although Stella didn’t recognize the man in the middle, his face seemed vaguely familiar.

However, out of politeness and caution, Stella stayed by the door and did not move any closer.

The man in the middle suddenly noticed Stella.

He reacted dramatically and said in a playful tone, “Hey there, beautiful.

Why are you just standing at the door?”

Stella had a feeling this wasn’t the owner Jack mentioned, so she decided to back out.

“Sorry, I must have the wrong room.

”

With that, she started to close the door.

Just then, the man suddenly called out her name.

“Stella?”

Stella froze, her hand pausing on the door as she stared at him in surprise.

The man raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying confidently, “Join us for three rounds.

Win just one, and I’ll give you back the sales channel.

”

Before Stella could react, he nudged the guy next to him and said, “Move.

Let the lady take your seat.

”

The man who was kicked quickly scooted over with a grin.

Seeing this, Stella frowned in discomfort.

The room smelled of tobacco, and she tightened her fists, hesitating at the doorway, still on guard.

Noticing Stella’s hesitation, the man smiled and said, “Are you scared? Never mind then.

”

With that, he returned to his cards, acting as if Stella wasn’t there.

After a brief pause, Stella said, “You could at least tell me who you are, don’t you think?”

The man sat back, his posture relaxed but oozing with arrogance.

There was a playful yet defiant vibe in the way he carried himself.

He flicked a card onto the table with a casual snap of his fingers, and then removed the cigarette from his mouth.

His lips curled into a sneer as he spoke.

“You’re here asking for my help.

Shouldn’t you at least know who I am before coming?”

Stella’s face tightened with a frown, but she kept her thoughts to herself, choosing silence over words.

Someone standing next to the man quickly chimed in with a flattering tone, “You’re a beautiful woman, but you don’t have a discerning eye.

This is Robin Wheeler, the famous Mr.

Wheeler.

”

The moment Stella heard the name, she thought of Lindsay.

After all, in Seamarsh, “Wheeler” wasn’t a surname you came across often.

At that moment, another lackey chimed in with a smug grin, “Mr.

Wheeler’s sister is connected to the Clark family.

You know, the Clarks from Seamarsh! Quite the connection, isn’t it?”

Stella’s mind raced as she pieced together the connection.

It was clear that Robin was tied to Lindsay in some way.