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Chapter 195 The Battle Behind the Scenes

Benson leaned lazily against the wall at the end of the corridor.

The dim light cast his shadow long and mysterious.

His handsome face was devoid of the usual gentleness, the lines of his face appearing sharper. A dark three–piece suit clung to his tall frame.

The suit’s fabric shimmered slightly under the light, accentuating his strong physique.

His deep eyes glinted with sharpness and intelligence, silently observing everything around him.

His presence was impossible to ignore, as if every subtle movement and expression concealed deeper meaning.

“Mr. Benson’s stamina is impressive,” Jeremy spoke first, his voice carrying a hint of disdain and provocation.

His tone was steady, but his words were laced with aggression.

“Young people have good stamina.”

Benson’s lips curled into a cold smile, his tone unapologetic.

The cigarette butt twirled lightly in his fingers as he bit into it without lighting it.

In that moment, the entire corridor seemed to freeze in his silence.

Then, suddenly, he lifted his head, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

“Seeing us so close must be disappointing, right?” His tone was mocking, as if testing the other’s limits.

Jeremy did not respond immediately, only stared at Benson with his gloomy eyes, a look of confusion on his face.

Jeremy’s silence was like a heavy cloud hanging over them.

Though his expression remained calm, his deep gaze hid an uneasy

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emotion.

Benson’s instincts told him that Jeremy might be linked to his concerns.

Steven’s phone call had brought genuine worry, with Steven’s ruthless nature keeping him alert to any potential threats.

An accident, George’s leg broken, knocked unconscious at the scene, forced Benson into a choice.

Even if he left George and rushed to Lintown, it wouldn’t change that

decision.

He had faced the harsh choice of fate in that accident.

At this moment, there was no compromise in his eyes.

Yvonne might hold him in moments of uncontrollable instinct, but her gaze held contemplation, not infatuation or admiration for him.

Seeing Benson silent, Jeremy smirked, “Did you stage this to show me

how in love you are?”

“No, I’m telling you that no matter what tricks you pull, it won’t work. I won’t let her leave me until you reveal your final card.”

Jeremy spread his hands, “What Mr. Benson believes is not something I can change. But as I said, this has nothing to do with me.”

Benson didn’t speak further, turning away to leave. If Jeremy hadn’t followed him here, why was he here?

His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step seeming to strike a painful chord.

Jeremy watched him depart, a cold smile on his face, standing by the window, allowing the night breeze to chill him.

He felt the sting of the wind on his cheeks but didn’t close the window, as if awaiting some unspeakable fate.

Yvonne lifted her gown as she returned to the banquet.

Her makeup remained flawless, her appearance tidy, as if the earlier

chaos was just a fleeting illusion.

In the lounge, although Benson hadn’t gone too far, his actions had undoubtedly left her uneasy.

He seemed to enjoy torturing her, relishing the thrill it brought.

She took a glass of water, sipping slowly to calm herself, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Yvonne, where’s Benson?”

She turned to see the pure and elegant Claire.

Claire wore a white satin dress, like an unblemished white lotus, her smile innocent yet laced with provocation.

Her stance was light, steps quick, but her gaze carried a hint of challenge.

“Find him yourself,” Yvonne replied coldly, her tone dismissive, showing no interest in Claire’s presence. Her eyes glanced indifferently over Claire before moving to a corner, ignoring the surrounding clamor.

Just then, Benson approached from behind, and Claire walked eagerly toward him.

Every step she took was light, yet her movements carried a hidden

urgency.

Claire lunged at Benson, who deftly sidestepped her, his demeanor cold.

“Get to the point,” his voice was like an icy blade, cutting through the subtle balance between them.

“Benson, why have you been ignoring me these days?” Claire asked, tears welling in her eyes, making her look pitiful.

Her voice had a tearful edge, leaving others at a loss for what to do.

Benson glanced at her with exasperation, sighed softly, but offered no response.

His eyes scanned the room as if searching for something, finally settling on Yvonne.

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Yvonne sat quietly on the sofa, fiddling with her phone, as if none of this concerned her.

Her gaze occasionally flicked to Benson and Claire, her expression indifferent.

Jeremy saw her from afar, her delicate features and graceful demeanor making her look like a figure from a painting.

His voice carried a hint of teasing, “You sure know how to keep out of trouble.”

Yvonne started, surprised when her gaze landed on him, “You’re here too; why haven’t I seen you?”

“Hiding from you.”

“Ah?” Yvonne was puzzled but quickly understood. Her eyes flashed with understanding and helplessness.

Jeremy was careful, clearly avoiding gossip and Benson’s potential

outbursts.

He met Yvonne’s eyes, clear as autumn water, “The banquet is almost over. Just wanted to say goodbye.”

His tone was polite and distant.

After all, they were partners, and avoiding each other wasn’t appropriate.

“You’re talking about my husband. In this area, he’s a bit immature.”

Yvonne spoke with a hint of apology, “But don’t worry; as I said, our friendship won’t change.”

Jeremy didn’t sit down, maintaining a respectful distance, looking at Yvonne. “Did he… come to see you?”

Yvonne asked, her voice low, tinged with tension.

Her expression showed anxiety, fearing Benson’s actions might affect their relationship.

Today, she indeed found it strange why Jeremy behaved so brazenly at

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Mr. Donald’s banquet.

She thought of the sounds she made when Benson kissed her, growing more uneasy, fearing someone heard.

She desperately wanted to disappear from this setting. Benson’s actions left her confused and helpless.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just a bit neurotic,” Yvonne explained, her tone carrying a trace of irritation.

Despite trying to hide her anger and helplessness, her face betrayed complex emotions.

“The car accident had nothing to do with me.”

Yvonne froze, “Car accident, what car accident?”

Her voice held surprise and confusion, clearly unaware of the accident Benson had mentioned.