Benson

Chapter 24 Outburst

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Benson’s voice carried clear displeasure, his brows furrowed, eyes flashing with dissatisfaction.

He extended his hand, gently but authoritatively, helping Mary up from the floor.

Mary’s body seemed unable to bear any weight. Her face was pale, eyes filled with helplessness and fear, like a flower about to wither, needing care and support.

Yvonne’s gaze was calm and profound as she stood there, like a proud statue, saying nothing

She knew that no matter what she said, Benson had already made up his mind about her.

His gaze, his tone, even his silence, silently accused her.

Yvonne understood that any defense would be futile, possibly making Benson more convinced of his judgment

Yvonne slowly bent down, every movement heavy and deliberate, as if her body carried an invisible burden.

Her fingers gently touched the scattered diamonds, each one a cold memory, reminding her of her powerlessness and isolation.

Her voice was low, filled with deep resignation and surrender. “Whatever you think happened, that’s what happened.”

These words were both a compromise with reality and a powerless rebuttal to Benson’s misunderstanding.

Mary clung to Benson, her body trembling slightly, like a wounded bird needing warmth and protection.

Tears fell from her eyes, each drop reflecting her inner vulnerability and helplessness.

Her voice was weak, almost swallowed by the silence in the room: “It’s my fault. I should have made sure Yvonne caught the brooch before letting go.”

This statement seemed to justify her mistake while adding the final touch to Benson’s misunderstanding

The assistant seized the opportunity, quickly approaching Benson, her eyes glinting with cunning.

She pointed to her face, where a clear red mark, as if slapped, was visible.

Her voice was tearful, as if lamenting her misfortune: “Mr. Benson, Mary didn’t mean it. Miss Yvonne has a terrible temper

She then pointed to Mary’s wrist, where a red mark showed evidence of being grabbed

The assistant continued, “Mary’s wrist was grabbed by her, and my face was slapped by her.”

Her voice carried a hint of pride, as if she had already seen Yvonne’s image collapse in Benson’s mind

Her actions were exaggerated, each detail painting a violent picture of Yvonne for Benson.

Her eyes revealed a victorious joy, as if she had successfully pushed Yvonne into the abyss

Benson’s gaze, as sharp as ice, pierced Yvonne. His voice was cold and filled with doubt: “Yvonne, is this true?

Yvonne’s movements were unusually slow as she carefully placed the diamonds and turquoise on the desk, each action revealing an undeniable calm and composure.

Her gaze showed no panic, only determination and resolve.

Yvonne calmly rolled up her sleeves, her movements carrying an unquestionable authority, as if declaring the start of her actions.

She walked over to Mary, ignoring Benson’s question, and directly pulled Mary out of Benson’s arms

The sudden and forceful action left Mary no choice but to be pulled away.

Then, Yvonne swiftly and decisively slapped Mary across the face.

The slap was loud and clear, slicing through the air like a crack. Red marks immediately appeared on Mary’s face, her body swaying from the sudden blow, nearly unable to stand.

The assistant screamed, her voice filled with terror and disbelief.

Mary was stunned by the sudden strike, her eyes full of confusion and pain, tears flowing again, this time from pain and shock.

Yvonne’s movements were continuous and forceful, her hand raining down on Mary’s face with undeniable decisiveness and anger.

Mary’s cheeks quickly turned red, her body shaking from the repeated blows, almost unable to stand

Yvonne’s gaze showed | no hesitation, only determination and coldness,

After several slaps, Yvonne grabbed Mary’s hair, her movements rough and decisive, forcing Mary to lift her head to face her.

Yvonne’s voice was cold and hard, each word squeezed out like ice: “Now I’m hitting you. Do you know why?”

Her words carried deep disappointment and anger, as if accusing Mary of betrayal and lles.

Before Yvonne could finish speaking, her wrist was tightly gripped by Benson.

His voice was cold and hard, as if questioning Yvonne: “Enough?”

Yvonne felt a pang of sadness, her eyes welling up with tears, but she quickly lifted her chin, stubbornly responding “Not enough.” Benson forcefully pushed Yvonne aside, removing his coat to cover Mary’s head, instructing the assistant to take her to the car. Yvonne’s side hit the edge of the desk heavily, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

She watched as Benson gently protected Mary, guiding her towards the door. When he turned back, his cold gaze sent a shiver down her spine. “Did it happen as she said?” Benson questioned again.

Yvonne, with a defiant neck, looked him in the eye, “Does it matter how it happened?” Her voice was fi

Benson’s attitude said it all, making any further words useless

Benson saw Yvonne’s stubbornness and defiance, surprised by her temper.

He grabbed her chin, scrutinizing her as it admiring a ruffled cat.

Yvonne felt Benson’s closeness, her emotions more volatile than ever.

She tried to avoid him but had nowhere to go, shouting angrily: “Get away!“”

was filled with helplessness and sarcasm.

“Can’t you say something soft to me?” Benson’s voice carried a hint of nostalgia, remembering the old Yvonne who gently asked what he wanted for dinner.

Yvonne coldly replied: “Soft words? You’re not worthy!“.

Benson chuckled, holding Yvonne’s waist, lifting her onto the desk, “I know how to make you submit.”

Yvonne felt a chill down her spine, realizing Henson’s purpose was only to see her weak

Once achieved, he said condescendingly. “Yvonne, you should learn how to be a proper CEO. You’re not professional at all right now.” With that, he turned and left

Leaving Yvonne slumped on the floor, her heart filled with bitterness.

He only saw her hitting Mary but didn’t ask why.

He didn’t see the cut in Yvonne’s palm, made by Mary’s brooch.