"Mom, if I don’t marry her, I can at least keep her, right?"
"No." Wasting money, even the indulgent won’t allow it.
"You casually buy a jewelry set costing in the seven or eight figures. Your jewelry is so plentiful that it can’t fit in the house. Keeping her is just the cost of one jewelry set."
Benjamin Grant was already handsome, and his voice was pleasant. He coaxed the indulgent mother:
"Mom, once I’ve had my fun, I’ll toss her aside. I won’t bring her home."
Her bones softened, damn, raising such a handsome son was simply life-threatening.
It’s just a pity he’s too flirtatious.
Like his father, Benjamin was naturally charming, attracting women everywhere, and blessed with good looks and immense wealth.
The indulgent mother was often jealous, infuriated by Benjamin’s father until tears ran dry, but eventually, she found herself a toyboy outside.
Taking the Grant Family’s money to lavish on the toyboy.
She thoroughly enjoyed this lifestyle.
"Alright, it’s decided then." Benjamin said, stepping out the door, ready to drive off in his Maserati.
"No way." She shouted, "Benjamin, you can keep anyone, just not someone from the Nightingale Family."
"What if she’s not from the Nightingale Family?"
The indulgent mother was left speechless: "..."
Benjamin said no more, revved the engine, and sped away.
Bell finished with the crew matters and prepared to return to her room, somewhat listless. Why has Miss Eva Nightingale disappeared again?
Is it really good for her to keep disappearing?
As soon as she entered, Bell was grabbed by the clothes: "Where is Eva?"
Benjamin’s voice rang out.
Bell turned around to see Benjamin Grant in a white suit, impeccably dressed.
"Young Master Grant, our Miss Eva has nothing to do with you anymore. Leave her alone."
If not for Benjamin’s betrayal and his affair with Isabelle Nightingale... Eva wouldn’t have been driven out of the house, ending up disgraced.
Bell, like Eva, hated Benjamin.
"Speak," Benjamin clutched Bell’s neck, "tell me, where is she?"
Bell, Eva’s manager, was the only one who knew Eva’s whereabouts.
Benjamin didn’t know which man had taken Eva away.
"I don’t know." Bell glared at him viciously, "Filthy man, scumbag, you betrayed her, what right do you have to look for her." Bell wished she could scold him until he had no dignity left.
"You, Grant scum, have no shame, now don’t come and trouble our Miss Eva."
Benjamin’s face turned dark at the insults, a shadow of malice across it.
"Nowadays, is there any man without a string of affairs? Keep babbling, and I’ll kill you!"
Bell was fuming. How could scumbags be this brazen nowadays? How desperate was he for women, accepting all comers?
"By the way," Benjamin suddenly leaned closer to her, "Bell, you haven’t had a boyfriend yet, have you?"
"Pah." Bell spat disgustedly on his face.
"Don’t push me!" he said, then picked her up and pinned her on the sofa, "Tell me, where exactly is Eva?"
"Get lost, get off!" Even if she knew, she wouldn’t tell him.
With Benjamin being such a scoundrel, how could she let him harm Miss Eva?