Benson

Chapter 280: The Truth and the Mystery

However, this was just the beginning. Another bombshell soon exploded online.

A media outlet published a shocking photo of Benson and Yvonne’s marriage certificate. The exposure of this certificate instantly sparked a wave of discussion among netizens.

It turned out that Benson and Yvonne had secretly married over three years ago. The media even released photos from their trip to Biscayne Bay, confirming that Yvonne was indeed Benson’s wife.

These revelations spread like wildfire, swiftly clearing up the previous rumors, and the focus of online discussions shifted to Benson and Yvonne as a loving couple.

Major media outlets began covering their marriage, praising their happiness and harmony. Stories of their compatibility flooded the internet, with netizens expressing how perfectly matched they seemed.

The company was also swept up in the frenzy. Employees buzzed with excitement, discussing the hidden celebrity couple among them. Everyone was surprised and thrilled by the news of their secret marriage, with some even joking, “Who would’ve thought our boss had such a mysterious side?”

For a time, conversations about Benson and Yvonne dominated the office and the internet, while Mary was quickly sidelined, becoming a part of the past. Her image was completely overturned, and the focus of public attention shifted entirely to Benson and Yvonne’s marriage.

Yvonne sat in her office chair, her expression calm as she scanned the latest news about her and Benson on the computer screen. Despite the constant praise from the media and the public, she felt no joy.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the desk as her thoughts churned, filled with

dissatisfaction over how Benson had handled the situation.

Megan walked in, noticing Yvonne’s expression, and couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Yvonne, the problem’s been solved, so why aren’t you happy?”

She forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Yvonne smiled faintly, responding coolly, “It’s nothing.”

Her smile was calm, but it couldn’t hide the coldness beneath it. She wasn’t pleased with how Benson had handled the situation. Using their old marriage certificate to solve the immediate problem felt like a superficial fix to her. Although the

averted, her dissatisfaction Engered

Meanwhile, Benson was out of town, frowning as he read the online news. His voice carried a hint of reproach as he spoke, “Didn’t I tell you not to use the marriage

certificate? Why did you act on your own?”

On the other end of the phone, George sounded exasperated, “It wasn’t me. I was going to ask you the same thing.”

The exposure of Benson and Yvonne’s secret marriage not only silenced the board members who had been planning to target Yvonne but also successfully averted a potential crisis. The direction of public opinion quickly shifted, with many praising Yvonne for her achievements in the business world as a member of a prominent family, noting how she never leveraged her status unfairly. This only made her more remarkable in the public eye.

Seeing these reports, Megan couldn’t help but feel happy for Yvonne. “Miss Yvonne. with this kind of attention, there should be no issues when Caesar Plaza opens.”

Her tone was filled with anticipation and joy,

However, Yvonne’s expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of excitement. Deep down, she was still unhappy with how Benson had handled things. Although the situation had been resolved for now, using their old marriage certificate to settle the issue seemed far from an ideal solution.

Victoria watched her son from home, concerned about Benson’s recent attentiveness toward Yvonne. Standing by the window, she gazed outside, her mind replaying Benson’s crisis management. She knew that emotions couldn’t be forced Victoria furrowed her brow, worried. She felt that her son’s approach was somewhat coercive, making her doubt the effectiveness of his efforts so far. While she understood that love couldn’t be forced, she still felt uneasy, fearing this might affect her son’s future

She sighed softly, filled with mixed emotions. Although she had reservations about her son’s choices, she also knew that each generation had to forge its own path. She decided not to intervene further, allowing Benson and Yvonne to resolve their issues independently. After all, matters of the heart had to be dealt with by those involved. Benson sat at his study desk, examining the marriage certificate that had been exposed online. His fingers gently traced the embossed seal, feeling the texture of the print. He furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Papers were scattered acros desk, and a few photos were carelessly tossed aside

desk while the other held the

George approached the desk, leaning in to closely examine the certificate, his gaze lingering on the embossed seal

*t doesn’t look fake. The seal is clear, he said serious

“This mariage certificate is real, Benson’s tone revealed a mix of resignation and confusion

He furrowed his brow, pondering the sequence of events.

“Could it be Yonne who released it? Georges brow also furrowed, clearly puzzled by the authenticity of the certificate.

Benson raised an eyebrow, his patience wearing thin. “Do you think that’s possible?”

He clearly didn’t believe Yvonne would have voluntarily made their marriage public. Yvonne had always been reserved, unlikely to take such a step.

“Doesn’t this desk look like the one in my study?” Benson suddenly shifted the topic, glancing at George’s desk

George took a closer look and suddenly realized. He noticed that Benson’s study desk had a unique omament, and the arrangement and decorations on the desk were indeed very similar to those in Benson’s study.

“I’ll look into this.” George realized the gravity of the situation and quickly left to investigate the source of the photos.

The results of his investigation left George with mixed feelings. The information about the photographer was vague, and the photo had been posted from an oversees virtual address, leaving him both disappointed and alarmed. Disappointed because he couldn’t gather more useful information and alarmed because the operation behind this was clearly not just an individual effort.

“Give me the address of my housemaid, Maria, Benson suddenly said, his voice filled with determination.

George hesitated for a moment. “Maria?” The name seemed unfamiliar to him, as it wasn’t common in his professional circle.

Yes, Maria, Benson repeated, a resolute look in his eyes.

A few days later, Benson arrived in Las Vegas. His car drove along a winding mountain road, the scenery picturesque, with sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The car stopped in front of Maria’s house. Benson stepped out, walking briskly toward the small cottage.

Maria was outside, tending to her garden. She was dressed in simple work clothes,

boting a row. When she saw Benson achaching, her expressen

She quickly gathered her tools trying to get into the house

Benson moved swifty blocking her path. His voce was steady as he asked. Waras mony here for one reason. Who instructed you to drug the milk you gave me ass