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Benson’s care and involvement were ambiguous to Yvonne, yet somehow clear.

After all, the eldest daughter from the third wife of the Andrew family, was strikingly beautiful. At twenty

years old, she was in her prime, as lovely as a flower.

Yvonne recalled the first time she met Bella; Bella was in a simple yet elegant white long dress,

captivating as a fairy from a painting, making people stop to admire her.

It was said that during her university vacation, Bella wanted to try her hand in the industry.

She could have continued being a top student in her ivory tower, living a carefree life.

But she chose this path, filled with competition and challenges.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter if you can’t get the Eurasia Jewelry endorsement, Bella,” Yvonne said earnestly, a hint of pity in her eyes. “You have a good momentum now; take a movie or a TV series role, and I believe you can return to the top.”

Her voice was gentle yet firm, as if she were trying to pull Bella out of a quagmire.

Bella didn’t speak. Even if she were foolish, she knew that if the Eurasia Jewelry endorsement wasn’t important, she wouldn’t have to work so hard and meticulously.

With her head down, her fingers twisted the hem of her clothes unconsciously, a stubborn and unwilling look flashed in her eyes.

If she could get the recognition from Eurasia Jewelry, and from Mr. Donald, it would make a difference, She knew this wasn’t just her dream but also the expectation of the Andrew family.

Bella kept silent, her face stern, while complex emotions churned in her heart.

If she couldn’t manage, she could go to Andrew.

But just as this thought formed, Yvonne knocked on the table, the sound coldly interrupting her thoughts, Don’t go to Andrew, understand?”

Bella responded weakly, “Oh,” with a hint of reluctance in her voice.

She knew Yvonne meant well, but she still held onto her own resolve.

With a week left until Thanksgiving, the Eurasia Jewelry endorsement remained undecided.

To Bella, it seemed she still had a chance.

She wanted fame, not for the sake of fame itself, but because she knew how important this opportunity was for Caesar and for Yvonne.

Her heart was filled with anticipation for the future and anxiety about the present, giving rise to a strong and uncontrollable thought.

When Yvonne was dealing with personal matters at the end of the year, she ran into Benson at a club.

A tall, slender girl with a red nose followed behind him looking pitiful.

Yvonne paused, meeting his gaze.

After a week apart, he was still as impeccably dressed and charming as ever.

Claire rushed forward as if facing a formidable enemy when she saw Yvonne, warmly linking her arm with

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his.

Her smile appeared natural but carried a trace of tension and hostility.

Benson instinctively tried to pull his arm back, but Claire, on tiptoes, whispered in his ear, “This is your unruly wife? She’s pretty, but don’t you wonder if she cares about you?”

Her words were provocative, yet her eyes showed some fear.

Benson looked at Yvonne, who wasn’t wearing a coat, dressed in a black sweatshirt, gray suit pants, and white shoes.

Her outfit was both sharp and comfortable. She always made even the most basic clothes look high–end and eye–catching.

Her gaze was indifferent, with a hint of hidden

anger.

The couple exchanged a look and then brushed past each other.

At that moment, Yvonne felt his familiar scent but also found him unfamiliar.

“Benson, you’re doomed. Your wife doesn’t care about you at all. I care about you, though. Why don’t you be with me?” Claire said sweetly, with a hint of mockery.

That night, Yvonne had a bit of alcohol. When leaving the club, she went to the restroom to wash her face and clear her mind.

She looked up at herself in the mirror, her eyes showing a hint of fatigue and calm.

A body pressed against her from behind, water droplets still on her face. She looked up and met Benson’s deep eyes in the mirror.

Benson, satisfied and annoyed, squeezed her waist and grabbed her face to kiss her.

Yvonne resisted, trying to scratch his face, but he knew her moves well.

Pinning her against the sink, his body wedged between her legs.

Unable to break free, she looked up at him calmly and asked, “What are you doing?”

“The endorsement for Bella, I made Mr. Donald hold it back,” he said with a mix of pride and provocation. “And?” Yvonne asked, seemingly indifferent, her eyes calm. This calmness really displeased Benson,

He had once genuinely liked someone, wanting to spend his life with her.

Even now, with Yvonne attracting him so much, he wanted to cut ties with “that person,” to ignore her, but he couldn’t. Her heart had turned cold quickly.

He looked down, not answering her question.

When Eurasia Jewelry started the open selection in Las Vegas, sending Mary to the scene was intentional. Now with Mary sidelined, Claire stepped in. This matter was tacitly understood between the couple. “You have four more times,” Yvonne said, without her mood being affected by their ambiguous posture.. Her calmness made Benson’s face darken completely.

If it were before, he would have pressed her into submission with shame in such matters.

Now, he was somewhat reluctant.

“Just… hold me, and I’ll give Bella the endorsement,” Benson said, with a hint of humility and pleading even he didn’t notice.

Yvonne was surprised for a moment, then said, “This deal is quite worth it, I agree.” She hugged him lightly, then leaned back, supporting herself and looking at him.

“Do you have to be so perfunctory?”

“Didn’t you say just a hug would do? I hugged you.”

“A sincere hug,” he said, caressing her chin, then began to kiss her lips gently. Benson was handsome,

and when he kissed her gently, she didn’t resist but closed her eyes slightly.

Their lips and tongues intertwined deeply, their bodies Involuntarily drawing closer.

Yvonne liked to stroke the back of his neck and hair when kissing him. He pressed against her waist.

A couple, at the bright and dazzling club’s washstand, kissed passionately like an attracted mature man and woman.

Hearing footsteps, Benson stopped, his eyes red as he looked at her for a moment, then carried her into the bathroom stall.

Pressing her against the cold marble wall, Yvonne’s lips parted slightly, her orchid–like breath brushing his

neck.

Benson caressed her face, kissing her deeply again. Yvonne didn’t refuse.

Outside the restroom, people walked and talked, while inside, they entangled intimately, cheek to cheek. Yvonne’s clothes were disheveled, her top pushed up high, sitting on his lap, kissed into a daze…

Benson felt like touching Yvonne’s body was like taking medicine, uncontrollable.

But in the end, they didn’t do anything substantial there,

He leaned against the wall, watching her button her shirt, straighten her hair, open the door, and leave without a word.

Her demeanor was as casual as a man encountering a willing woman, enjoying the moment, and then ending their relationship…

Benson felt even more vexed than when he arrived…

Claire hid on one side, watching Yvonne’s departing figure. So it was about the endorsement.

If Benson broke his promise, what would this difficult Mrs. Benson do?