Benson

Chapter 48 Gentle Persuasion

Zoe took a deep breath, her eyen filled with urgency and desperation. She turned to Benson, her voice trembling slightly, “Mr. Benson…”

Benson didn’t know Yvonne deeply, but he understood her character–strong and stubborn. If she wasn’t in the wrong, she would never easily admit fault.

However, today’s situation was dire. If Yvonne didn’t apologize or take action, she would become an enemy in this circle, a huge blow to her future business activities.

Benson knew he had to step up, take responsibility for Yvonne, and calm this storm.

“About Miss Yvonne…” Benson began, but Yvonne suddenly pulled her arm away from him.

She casually tossed her bag onto a nearby chair and then sat down, tilting her head, her gaze sharp as she looked at Zoe, Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm, “Don’t you know what you’ve done?”

Zoe’s face turned pale, her expression stiff as Yvonne’s words hit a sore spot.

Everyone present was on experienced businessperson, and they immediately picked up on the clue from Zoe’s reaction–Zoe was in the wrong.

If she wasn’t guilty, she would have argued back long ago.

Yvonne didn’t pursue the matter further. She turned to face everyone, her face breaking into a radiant smile

She picked up a glass of wine, her voice carrying a hint of apology, “Gentlemen, I

apologize for being late. I’ll take a drink to make up for it.”

The business elites in the room laughed it off, indicating they didn’t mind.

They were all seasoned veterans, knowing how to maintain decorum and harmony in such situations.

Yvonne’s simple act cleverly defused the awkward atmosphere and gained her some breathing room.

Benson’s gaze involuntarily fell on Yvonne. He scrutinized his beautiful wife carefully.

Yvonne was still dressed in her simple yet elegant work attire, a basic sweater paired with slacks, looking both professional and feminine.

Her long hair was casually tied up, revealing her slender and elegant neck, adding to her effortless charm.

Yvonne’s features were flawless; her bright, dark eyes seemed to see through people, full of intelligence.

In such a setting, her grace and wisdom stood out even more.

For an ordinary person, this incident might have been overwhelming, diverting them off

course

But Yvonne was different. She maintained her composure and clear headedness, focusing on the core issue.

She didn’t waste words, directly hitting Zoes weak spot and skillfully resolving the crisis

Benson inwardly admired one’s relligence and decisiveness. She was not only beautiful on the outside but also a “beased with wisdom and strength on the insider

Just then Yvonne spoke up the voce firms and clear, “Anthony committed a crime, four to fifteen years I can’t he can’t breather

Benson snapped out of his thoughts,mazing Bonne was brous, he nodded in agreement, “That’s right”

Yvonne art expected Benson cooperate so wadly She smiled slightly and stayed for about ten more minutes,

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Yvonne kwese people were all driven Sy the pen interesta

Finally, Yvonne found an excuse and gracefully be the calculating crowd

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walled out of the private room elegant moving through the restauraers sueldoe to the parking on

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In the dis light of the sight, Sol eyes til anded the vehicles urdd they locked onto a nondescript car

She approached and saw Maria sitting in the driver’s seat, his mask hanging from one

eat and a baseball cap on his hal kong

Yvonne gently knocked on the car wird

disheveled

aus koke up a flash of surprise in his

eyes as the count eleve what he was sec

He quickly extinguished the cigarette

hand and opened the car door, a smule forming

on his face as he tried to fade his bassinet, “Yeone what are you doing here?

What about you? What are you doing here? ore countered her gaze sharp as if whe could see through everything.

Marcus stammered trying to find an excur, hotfang, ust fished eating poy knows

Yvonne glanced inside the car and saw a gravated people dressed like Marcus, some heading fre aves, others with baseball bats, eating a tense and oppressive atmosphat

“Marcus, don’t be to me i medy know one woce was calm and she had be through Marcus a plan

Marcus’s eyes reddened, knowing he couldn’t hide it any longer

He had tried to investigate Yvonne’s situation, concluding that Zoe was also involved.

Zoe had not only slandered Yvonne but also planned to kidnap her to force out the mastermind and make Zoe face her due punishment.

Marcus fell silent, filled with quilt and helplessnes

He felt foolish, unable to even figure out who, Yvonne’s husband was after all these day.

Knowing Zoe was involved but unable to stop her from bullying Yvonne, the only solution he could think of was this foolish plan.

“Marcus, go home.” Yvonne’s voice was gentle yet firm. She understood Marouss intentions but didn’t want him to sacrifice himself for this

“I appreciate your feelings, but it’s not worth it to ruin yourself over someone like that.” Yvonne’s words were filled with gratitude; she knew Marcus wanted to help her.

“I just… wanted to help you.” Marcus’s voice choked up. He wanted to help Yvonne divorce but couldn’t even find out who her husband was. He wanted to stand up for her but wa discovered by her instead.

Benson exited the private room, his steps urgent as if chasing something.

As he walked, he impatiently tugged at his tie, which now seemed superfluous and constricting in his hands.

His eyes scanned the restaurant corridor, finally settling on George waiting outside.

“Where is she?” Benson’s voice carried a tent of anxiety, his gaze sharp as if piercing through George’s silence.

George appeared a bit flustered, his lips moved but he couldn’t immediately respond.

His eyes flickered as if weighing how to speak.

Benson raised an eyebrow, his instincts telling him that things were complicated. “She’s gone to persuade Marcus?” his voice tinged with a subtle tension.

George finally nodded, letting out a vague “yes,”

Benson’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.

A smile played on his lips, but it held a trace of bitterness.

He repeated George’s words, but this time as a statement, not a question: “She didn’t want to come, but hearing about Marcus, she went.”

George nodded, knowing that Benson had already figured out the answer. He softly replied, “You know it in your heart.”