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Chapter 194 The Undercurrent of the Ring

Yvonne pondered privately. As Mr. Donald’s esteemed guest, future. collaborations with him would undoubtedly proceed more smoothly.

She glanced at Benson, wondering if he had played a role in this

connection.

Mr. Donald led Yvonne aside, beginning to elaborate on the upcoming jewelry design competition’s various rules and details.

Yvonne listened intently, her gaze following Mr. Donald’s gestures, showcasing her professionalism as the president of Caesar Group.

Her nods and smiles displayed her deep understanding and agreement with Mr. Donald’s words.

Mr. Donald felt very pleased with Yvonne’s reactions, his smile revealing his admiration and trust in the young president.

He knew that with Yvonne’s involvement, the competition was sure to be at

great success.

When the business talk concluded, Mr. Donald lightheartedly teased, “A” while back, my brand was searching for a spokesperson. Why didn’t you come to apply?”

His tone was joking, yet it showed his interest in Yvonne.

Yvonne smiled, her eyes twinkling playfully.

She replied, “Well, Mr. Donald, I think you should leave professional work to professionals. I’m not fit to be a spokesperson, but I can assure you your event will be done right.”

Her response was both humble and confident, highlighting her position. and capabilities in different fields.

Her voice was gentle yet confident, exuding a reassuring strength.

Mr. Donald laughed, clearly satisfied with her answer, his worries.

alleviated.

His gaze lingered on Yvonne as if measuring her potential and determination.

Before long, Benson approached them, casually wrapping an arm around her waist, a gesture both intimate and familiar

Yvonne turned her head to look at him, her brow slightly furrowed, “What are you doing?”

“What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of people knowing you’re my wife?”

Benson teased her, a sly glint in his eyes

“Relax people will just think we work in the same office, not that you’re my plus one*

Yvonne didn’t care much about this: More exposure for her meant better performance for the company

Throughout the evening. Yvonne and Benson mingled with the guests, each busy with their own interactions.

Yvonne wearing that black gown, was like the brightest star in the night sky, undoubtedly a highlight of the event

She elegantly raised her glass, engaging in small talk with dignitaries and celebrities, her face always bearing a perfectly balanced smile, maintaining both etiquette and poise

In the banquet hall, the lights glittered, music played, and guests in their lavish attire conversed with glasses raised, creating an atmosphere both elegant and vibrant.

Yvonne navigated the crowd with ease her speech and demeanor displaying her upbringing and wisdom

After making her rounds, she found a quiet corner to catch her breath, the

light casting a gentle glow on her face.

The lighting highlighted her exquisite features and graceful figure, making her appeut especially captivating

Benson noticed Yvonne’s fatigue and quietly approached, sitting beside

her.

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His gaze swept over the guests chatting in the hall, their smiles masking at certain falseness.

He turned his head to Yvonne, who looked particularly alluring under the lights, stirring something within him.

Benson’s gaze softened as he spoke to Yvonne in a low voice, “I have a gift for you.”

Yvonne frowned, looking at him with a hint of confusion, “It’s not a holiday or anything; why a gift?”

Benson pulled out an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket and handed it

to Yvonne.

Yvonne accepted the box, opened it gently, and was slightly stunned to replace a beautiful ring inside.

The ring sparkled brilliantly under the lights, its craftsmanship and unique design unmistakably Mr. Donald’s work.

“This ring…” she murmured softly, a complex emotion welling up inside,

her.

She recalled how he always seemed to love Mary, often seen playing with the ring with such tender reminiscence, leaving a deep impression on her.

“When my eyes recovered, I sought out Mr. Donald to have this made…” Benson explained, his voice low and tender.

Yvonne didn’t put the ring on but simply stared at him, her eyes reflecting confusion and hesitation.

This ring, once meant for someone he cherished, now found its way to her, sparking doubts within her heart.

“Don’t you like the style?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Yvonne shook her head, speaking softly, “You know that’s not what I care about.”

jaz The Dndercurrent of the Ring

“Just keep it for now,” he suggested, his tone gentle yet firm.

“There’s no place to keep it, no pocket,” Yvonne replied softly, a slight frown on her face.

He snorted, a flash of helplessness and affection in his eyes, and took the ring, placing it on her ring finger.

Yvonne stared at her finger, a wave of indescribable emotion washing over

her..

The moment she had longed for and dreamed of suddenly came true, leaving her feeling surreal, knowing it wasn’t genuine.

Her gaze flickered as she softly said, “Don’t be crazy.”

She wanted to remove the ring, but he held her palm firmly, his touch both determined and gentle.

Yvonne didn’t dare provoke him, fearing he might do something rash that others would notice.

“Do you want me to be crazy?” he said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss her.

Yvonne felt a shiver run through her, retreating from him, thankful that no

one saw.

Seeing her startled and incredulous expression, Benson felt a mischievous. urge and grabbed her wrist to leave.

Her steps faltered, but his grip was unwavering.

Benson led Yvonne gracefully away, unnoticed by most except for a few who had their eyes on them.

In a quiet lounge, Yvonne leaned against the door as he kissed his way down her back.

His feather–light kisses sent shivers through her, “Let go; you’re crazy.”

She protested softly, her voice tinged with a quiver and helplessness.

“You’re too beautiful to be seen by others.”

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Benson’s face nestled in her neck, his voice deep and magnetic.

“Yvonne… this afternoon, I wasn’t satisfied. I missed you so much.”

Such seductive words, yet Yvonne was not one to forget past hurts easily. Wearing the ring didn’t mean their days together would last.

She was well aware of this man’s coldness and ruthlessness, and a sliver of worry crept into her heart.

“When will you bring Olivia back?” she asked quietly, her voice laced with resignation and reluctance.

“In the next few days,” he replied, his tone casual as if the matter was insignificant.

Yvonne gave up struggling, her heart filled with complex emotions.

Before long, the lounge filled with soft gasps and sighs, every sound entwined.

Outside, a man stood, his eyes deep and cold, pondering something.

After adjusting their clothes, the two left the lounge together.

Yvonne tidied her hair and headed towards the banquet hall, while Benson walked in the opposite direction, a glint of coldness and mockery in his eyes.

In the corner, someone stood, their face dark.

Seeing Benson, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Benson smiled, a hint of contempt in his voice, “Been waiting long?”