Chapter 683

Chapter 683:
Burying his face in his hands, he muttered under his breath, “Stella, what are you really thinking?”
By the time Stella got off work that afternoon, she wasn’t even surprised to see Rutherford’s car waiting outside again.
She let out a quiet sigh—clearly helpless. She couldn’t just ignore him and walk off like he didn’t exist.
“Mr. Schoenberg, you really don’t need to keep acting like my personal driver,” she said.
Rutherford smiled faintly. “I know if I drive you every day, you’ll start to feel pressured. But I just want to make things easier for you. After thinking about it, I figured… maybe I should just get you a car.”
That caught Stella off guard. And once again, she noticed how similar Rutherford and William were when it came to chasing women.
Afraid he might actually follow through and send her a car, she quickly shut it down. “I appreciate the thought, Mr. Schoenberg, but I already have a car. There’s really no need for another one.”
In fact, she’d planned to drive herself today—but Rutherford had parked right at the entrance of her building, blocking her way before she could even try.
“No one ever complains about having too many cars,” he said, still smiling. “Ms. Gilbert, whatever cars you already own, that’s your business. I’m just trying to take care of you in my way.”
Stella felt cornered. “Mr. Schoenberg, if you truly care about me… then please don’t put me in a tough spot.”
Her tone was soft, but there was no hiding how exhausted she felt—like just the thought of him gifting her a car would keep her awake for a month.
Rutherford, who had already booked an appointment with the dealership, paused. For now, he had to put the plan on hold.
So that evening, once he finally left, Stella drove her own car into the underground garage of her building.
That way, the next morning, she could leave straight from the basement and avoid running into him in the lobby.
Yes, it was a little evasive. But she’d already made herself clear. If he still chose to ignore her boundaries, then she had no choice but to keep her distance.
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And with that, she managed to dodge him for the next few days.
“Sylvia, we need international data for our experiment,” Jamir said one afternoon, looking frustrated as he walked over with the experiment sheet. “But the dataset link from the original author is broken. What should we do?”
Stella took the sheet from him and frowned. “Did you check all the backup links?”
“I did. I even tried reaching out to the author. No response.”
Their project was no small task—plenty of details still needed in-depth research. If they could build on existing data, things would move faster.
But if the groundwork wasn’t available, they’d have to start everything from scratch. That meant months—maybe the rest of the year—just compiling numbers.
The data wasn’t classified or anything. The issue was how vast the system was.
Without that summary dataset, they’d be swimming in chaos.
But sure enough, the original link was dead.
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