Benson

Chapter 75 The Secret Investigation.

Mary suddenly fell silent. She looked up at Benson, his handsome face, especially the defined jawline, impossible to look away from.

Today, he wasn’t in formal attire, just a simple black crewneck sweater, which

unexpectedly added to his allure.

The moonlight streaming through the café window highlighted his features, making him look like a carefully painted portrait.

However, when he looked at her with those cold eyes, Mary felt a chill to

her core.

His gaze was like the winter wind, mercilessly piercing her heart, making her shiver.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Are you trying to flaunt your stupidity?” Benson’s voice was filled with impatience,

His deep, magnetic voice, in this situation, felt like a sharp knife stabbing Mary’s heart.

If it weren’t for the fact that the painting was indeed done by “her,” he wouldn’t waste time meeting Mary again.

Benson’s mind was full of curiosity and desire for that mysterious woman, and Mary was merely a bridge to her.

“She’s mute,” Mary said firmly, knowing the weight of her words and the consequences they would bring.

Benson’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze fixed on Mary.

Mary, having navigated the entertainment industry for years, naturally knew how to read people.

She sensed Benson’s shock and confusion. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes- surprise and doubt.

Benson’s reaction confirmed her guess. She was the mute girl from the house next to Yvonne’s.

The mysterious and beautiful woman, whose artwork had taken the art world by storm, remained unknown to most.

George, hearing this, felt a tightness in his chest. If she revealed the woman’s identity. what would happen to the madam?

“Mr. Benson, after what I’ve done, if I tell you who she is, my fate won’t be good, right?” Mary’s voice trembled. She knew she was playing with fire but had no other choice.

“You’ve suddenly become smart, which is quite unusual,” Benson said coldly. “Tell George your conditions directly.” His tone was full of disdain and annoyance. He disliked bar

cleverness and her attempts to control the situation, which he found repulsive.

Benson got into the car, sitting in the back seat He lowered the window, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, as if contemplating something.

His brows furrowed, his eyes deep, as if weighing an important decision.

In the swirling smoke, his face appeared even more stern. His heart was filled with longing for that mysterious woman and disgust for Mary.

In the early hours of Las Vegas, the night wind was like a knife, and the biting cold made his cheeks sting.

The neon lights of this sleepless city looked particularly lonely in the cold wind. The streets were empty, only occasionally broken by passing cars.

In stark contrast to the warm and pleasant climate of Miami and Biscayne Point, the night. here was harsh and unforgiving.

The air was filled with an indescribable sense of loneliness, as if the entire city was asleep. in the cold night, waiting for dawn to bring a bit of warmth and hope.

Under the streetlights, George slowly walked over, his face somber. His steps were heavy, as if each step was on cold stone slabs.

Benson flicked the ash from his cigarette, his voice calm as he asked, “What’s the situation?”

His voice was clear in the night, carrying an unquestionable authority.

“Many conditions, mostly related to fame and fortune, which are easy to handle… As for her drugging the madam, she hopes you’ll deal with it,” George replied, his voice trembling slightly, clearly uneasy about what was to come.

Benson chuckled, “No problem, I’ll handle it.” His smile was cold, as if he already foresaw the outcome.

George hesitated, but ultimately got into the car silently.

He knew Benson’s decisions were indisputable, and he had no choice but to obey.

The car started slowly. Benson threw his unfinished cigarette out the window.

Turning to George, he asked, “Have Megan and Marcus been tracking down the mastermind behind drugging Yvonne?” His voice carried a hint of concern but was mostly firm.

“Yes,” George nodded, a flash of worry in his eyes.

“Don’t let Yvonne know about this. I’ll handle it personally.”

“Understood,” George replied.

The next afternoon, after Benson left, Yvonne booked her return flight.

377

The sunlight through the airport’s glass couldn’t dispel the gloom in her heart.

Whether it was Benson or Andrew, this trip had clearly been marred by these disturbances.

On the way back, Bella learned Yvonne had decided not to divorce for now, and angrily asked, “Are you out of your mind?” Her voice was filled with anger and helplessness, as if blaming Yvonne’s irrationality.

“That’s Andrew. How could I agree? Watch him take you away?” Yvonne retorted, her voice filled with determination and an undeniable resolve.

Bella’s intentions deeply touched Yvonne. She hugged her dear friend warmly, tears of gratitude in her eyes.

“Yvonne, I truly hope you stay with him because you still love him and want to continue this relationship. I don’t want you to force yourself for other reasons.

As for Andrew, I’m no longer that naive girl. I’m not afraid of him anymore.” Her words were mature and firm.

Yvonne gazed at Bella, trying to read her sincere feelings.

Her heart was filled with contradictions and struggles. She didn’t know if she should continue this marriage or take a brave step forward.

“I’m not using empty words to comfort you. I have to face and resolve my issues with him myself,” Bella continued.

Her voice was decisive. “If you’re still determined to divorce, then be brave and do it. But if you still have hope for him, remember, he was your first love. If he’s really cut ties with Mary, you might consider starting over. It gould be a new beginning.”

“Bella, stop trying to persuade me,” Yvonne said, her voice tinged with helplessness.

She knew Bella meant well, but her heart couldn’t settle.

“Alright, my princess,” Bella responded warmly, her voice filled with a mix of affection and resignation.

Yvonne returned to Las Vegas, but instead of going back to Sycamore Road, she went to her own home.

Pushing open the door, she saw Megan waiting for her, ready to report on some work

matters.

Megan looked tired. “Miss Yvonne, aside from the urgent company endorsements, everything else is going smoothly and can be handled slowly.”