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Chapter 139 Confrontation In the Changing Room

Benson stood alone in the busy ski resort.

The sounds of tourists‘ chatter, children’s laughter, and the swish of skis on the snow surrounded him. However, this hustle and bustle brought him no comfort, it only made him feel more out of place.

His heart felt heavy, weighed down by an Invisible stone, making it hard to breathe.

He took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled slowly, a white cloud forming from his breath. He tried to calm his turbulent emotions, but it didn’t seem to help much.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Matthew. Benson turned his head, his eyes dark as he looked at him.

Matthew’s expression showed clear frustration and impatience, clearly also bothered by the day’s events.

“If I hadn’t pulled you back, causing a scene today would not only embarrass my sister–in–law but also offend a client,” Matthew said, pausing as if weighing each word.

“They think you’re making a big deal out of nothing, which is one problem. The second problem is, the more agitated you get, the more polite that guy seems.

Although Matthew’s words were calm, his eyes burned with hidden anger.

Benson’s anger didn’t subside; instead, it grew stronger

He sneered, a contemptuous curve forming on his lips, his gaze fixed on the man standing in the distance.

That man seemed courteous but made Benson extremely uneasy.

Matthew noticed Benson’s emotions and followed his gaze, full of suspicion and caution.

“Seems like you have a thorough understanding of him? he muttered, frowning.

“Yes, but he is still a client,” Matthew added in a lower voice, almost to himself.

Benson’s gaze didn’t waver. He snorted, his expression cold as frost.

“There’s definitely something off. This guy’s pretentious demeanor makes me want to confront him.”

But rationality told him that acting rashly without a valid reason would only make things worse.

The two men slowly made their way towards the lift leading to the higher slopes.

Benson’s gaze followed them, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, painting the snowy landscape with a shade of red.

“Brother, take it easy. This guy isn’t Marcus,” Matthew reminded him softly, patting Benson’s shoulder, trying to calm him down.

At that moment, Yvonne walked into the changing room, her steps tired.

The ski resort was crowded, and the cold wind carried the fresh scent of snow and the chill of the ground. Although her ski suit was warm, changing out of it in this confined space was always a hassle.

Yvonne carefully unzipped her jacket, the frost accumulated on the zipper requiring extra effort.

She took off her winter clothes piece by piece, revealing her sportswear underneath, her movements agile from years of exercise.

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Just then, she heard a soft knock on the door, a rhythmic sound like a cautious visitor.

“Come in,” she called absentmindedly, focusing on her ski pants.

The door opened, and a staff member from the ski resort walked in quietly, a professional smile on his face, handing her a bottle of medicinal oil.

“Miss Yvonne, a gentleman asked me to give this to you,” he said politely.

Yvonne took the oil and smiled, “Thank you. Please convey my gratitude to him.” Her voice was gentle

and courteous.

The staff member nodded and left quietly, closing the door behind him.

Yvonne looked at the bottle in her hand, slowly opening it. The familiar medicinal scent filled the air.

She knew this was Jeremy’s thoughtfulness and care; he always noticed her slightest discomfort. Despite this, she didn’t use it immediately, instead placing it on the soft cushion next to her.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open, and Benson stormed in angrily.

His tall figure almost filled the doorway, his fiery gaze making the previously calm changing room tense. Benson immediately noticed the bruise on Yvonne’s leg and the open bottle of medicinal oil beside her. “This is the women’s changing room,” Yvonne sighed, her voice tired and resigned, as if explaining for the umpteenth time..

But Benson didn’t seem to care; his sharp eyes were fixed on her leg.

“Who is he? Why are you protecting him?”

The jealousy in his voice was evident, making the air in the changing room even more suffocating.

Yvonne shook her head, her eyes showing resignation towards an old acquaintance. She knew Benson’s temper and tried to explain calmly.

“He’s just a business partner. He’s not good at skiing, when he fell, he leaned back, which could have caused serious injury. I helped him out of precaution, nothing more. Returning from a trip with an injury would be worse, wouldn’t it?”

Benson’s frown deepened. He stepped forward, squatted down, and gently held Yvonne’s leg, carefully examining her knee.

His actions were filled with a mix of concern and anger

Seeing the bruised knee, Benson’s voice became low and restrained.

“You call this just a bruise?” Pain and reproach intertwined in his words.

Yvonne looked at Benson, her eyes tired and resigned.

“Alright, you should go now,” she said softly, trying to get him to leave and avoid further conflict.

But Benson refused to leave, staring at her silently for a long time before speaking again.

“I just think this guy has bad intentions.” His voice was full of determination and decisiveness.

Yvonne tilted her head, a hint of confusion and disbelief on her face. “And then?”

“Stop working with him.” Benson’s tone carried a hint of pleading and helplessness.

Yvonne suddenly laughed, her smile tinged with mockery and helplessness. “The contract is already signed.”

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Benson’s eyes showed a flicker of pain and struggle.

“I’ll pay the penalty,” he said with an undeniable firmness.

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Yvonne realized he wasn’t joking.

She was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, “is the reason for not working with him just because you think he has bad intentions?”

“Isn’t that enough?” Benson’s voice rose, his eyes filled with anger and anxiety.

“This person isn’t just interested in working with you; he might want more…”

Yvonne looked at him, speechless.

*Bensoh, many people have had bad intentions towards me over the years, but I’ve made it through step by step. So, don’t interfere with my work.”

Benson felt a pang in his heart, a dull ache.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the frustration in his heart grew stronger.

“If you

you had to choose between this and me?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Yvonne answered without hesitation, “Of course, I’d choose work because work doesn’t deceive,” Her voice was firm and calm as if she had already made up her mind.

Benson felt a sharp pain, an indescribable hurt.

He sneered, turned, and walked out.

The door slammed shut behind him, the loud bang echoing through the changing room.