Benson

Chapter 39 The Ashtray Counterattack

After Yvonne lost consciousness, Zoe bent down and called out, “Yvonne? Het n touch of urgency, but there was an inexplicable complexity to it.

Seeing no response from Yvonne, Zoe cautiously pinched her face, scrutinizing hi

How could someone be both enchanting and ethereal? Even as a woman, Zoe cou help but take another look

Yvonne’s face was as exquisite as a painting, her skin as white as snow, and her carried an otherworldly grace. Her proud figure was something to be envied

Turning around, Zoe’s gaze fell on the middle aged, overweight Anthony,

Her eyes showed a flicker of disdain and sarcasm. “He’s really lucky,” she thought, a surge of jealousy and resentment.

Anthony, despite his age and weight, still wielded considerable influence in their circ By for Yvonne, such a rare beauty, to fall into his hands, filled Zoe with an indescri

“Hurry up. I’ve hidden the camera, I’ll wait outside for Paul, so he doesn’t ruin things, said, heading out while dialing a number

Her voice became calm and confident, as if everything was under her control.

Don’t worry, it’s all set. You’ll be satisfied, Anthony said with a wicked smile, his eyes dearing with glee

He could already taste the impending victory, the thrill of having everything under his control almost made him laugh out loud.

Zoe toured hothony because of his infatuation with Yvonne

Since Tronne entered this industry, Anthony had been deeply attracted by her irresistib

He couldn’t help but watch her every move, as if each glance and smile from her could

Zoeken Athony’s obsession with Yvonne made him helplessly infatuated.

Zoe signed inwardly, thinking Yvonne’s unparalleled beauty was a gift from the heavens, yet she never used it to her advantage.

In a wodd where profin ruted above all, Yvonne hadn’t taken shortcuts. Instead, she relied on fer talent and relentless effort to shine in a fiercely competitive environment.

On Tapor valued her highly, and no one dared to make a move on her. But today, all that

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Anthony carried Yvonne out of the restroom and threw her onto the sofa.

His actions were rough and eager, clearly unable to wait any longer.

Just as he was about to pull his pants down, his phone rang.

The sudden ringtone made him pause. He frowned and answered the call.

Feigning unconsciousness, Yvonne quietly opened her eyes. Her movements were s and cautious, like a cat preparing to pounce. She scanned the room, ensuring Anthon fully absorbed in his call and unaware of her.

Quietly, she reached out like a nimble cat’s paw and silently took the ashtray from the coffee table.

“They want her face in the shot?” The voice on the other end made Anthony hesitate. What grudge do they have? Showing her face would ruin her life, not just in Las Vegas everywhere. Anthony felt conflicted. He just wanted to sleep with her, not ruin her completely.

Anthony hung up, filled with hesitation.

Standing there, looking at the unconscious Yvonne, he felt torn.

He knew that once he took this step, there would be no turning back.

Yet, he also realized that if he let this chance slip, he might never have Yvonne.

Before he could decide, Yvonne struck, smashing the heavy ashtray into his face.

“Ugh, you bitch!” Anthony didn’t expect Yyonne to be faking it. The blow hurt him, maki him grimace in pain.

He thought he had complete control but didn’t anticipate Yvonne still had the strength: fight back.

Yvonne didn’t run for the door. Instead, she swiftly moved toward the dining table, her actions quick and deliberate, clearly prepared.

Furious, Anthony grabbed her arm, trying to subdue her.

But Yvonne didn’t surrender. She grabbed a fork from the table and stabbed it into Anthony’s shoulder with all her might.

The pain enraged Anthony further. Any initial sympathy he had vanished as Yvonne’s fierceness drove him to madness.

“You bitch, how dare you!” Anthony’s fury was uncontrollable, slapping Yvonne hard across

the face.

Already weakened by the drugs, Yvonne nearly lost consciousness from the blow.

She knew that if she didn’t fight back now, the consequences

Dazed, she fell onto the dining table, seeing stars, but she didn’t give up. Grabl

chopsticks, she wildly stabbed them toward Anthony’s face.

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Her frenzied, desperate actions kept Anthony at bay.

Surprised by her resistance, Anthony, with a fo

stuck in his shoulder and his he

bleeding from the ashtray hit, felt dizzy and collapsed to his knees.

Seizing the moment, Yvonne broke free from Anthony’s grip, knowing it was her chance to escape.

With her last bit of strength, she ran for the door.

Fortunately, Zoe wasn’t guarding the door, allowing Yvonne to escape smoothly.

Her vision blurred, but she kept running, trembling as she dialed Paul’s number.

Just then, the door to the next room opened, and a figure stepped out.

Her vision was too blurred to recognize the face, only vaguely ta

neing a familia

Her heart raced as she tried to get closer for confirmation, but her strength was gon

Before she could reach the person, she felt a wave of dizziness, her legs giving of she collapsed heavily to the ground, losing consciousness completely.

William was about to answer his phone when a sudden thud beside him made him

Looking down, he saw a head of thick, curly black hair and a familiar figure, arousin curiosity.

He squatted down, gently brushing aside the hair to reveal the face, and gasped in surprise, “Oh, it’s a familiar face.”

Meanwhile, Benson was leaning on the conference table, listening intently to a report.

His phone buzzed with notifications, but he ignored them.

For days, he had been too busy with work to check his phone.

George received a WeChat message from William, asking about Benson’s whereabout George secretly snapped a photo of Benson in the meeting and sent it. William replied Then don’t disturb him.”

George intended to check the message later but accidentally opened a video.

Immediately, a weak yet seductive voice filled the conference room, drawing everyone’s attention to the assistant who was “slacking off” and watching videos.

Benson turned around, his gaze icy, mercilessly asking, “Are you thinking about women?” George was mortified, wishing for the ground to swallow him up. But then he saw Yvonne’s face in the video and nearly dropped his phone in shock.

With a grave expression, he approached Benton Benson glanced at the video, his eyes darkening

Without a word, he picked up his phone and looked at the photos William had sent.

In one, Yvonne’s face was swollen beyond recognition.