Chapter 85
When Layla woke up and went downstairs to check on Stephen the next day, she didn’t bother giving him a warm greeting
Instead, she grabbed a sandwich from the dining table and left without a word.
Today, she decided to drive a different car. As she arrived at the sales office, she was still munching on that sandwich.
Benson appeared in front of Layla, looking notably spruced up. He crouched down beside her as she continued eating.
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“sit up.” Benson immediately stood up and sat beside her, leaving a respectful distance between them.
He had clearly made an effort. His hair was styled neatly with gel, and a hint of cologne lingered around him.
Layla noticed his sudden transformation and asked, “Going on a blind date?”
“No, I just wanted to look the part to match up with you in our team,” Benson replied, looking at her.
Chewing on her sandwich, Layla glanced back at him. “Alright, keep it up. Groom yourself like this from now on. Whether I can escape my misery depends on how seriously you take this
Benson nodded, but he didn’t leave. Layle decided to cut to the chase since they had spent so much time together. “Just ask”
“Layla, why did you decide to work here?” he finally asked,
“Stephen is punishing me.” Layla took another bite of the sandwich.
Benson immediately shook his head incertainty. “No way. He’d never do that to you.”
Layla rolled her eyes. Recalling the previous night, she decided against telling Benson that both Stephen and Robert had conspired to get h baby.
her drunk so she’d have a
“If you’ve got more questions, ask them now since I’m eating breakfast.”
Benson quickly grabbed the chance to ask questions about which he was curious. After a while, he asked, “If I dress up like a handsome guy, will it make Stephen suspicious?”
“He knows who you are, Layla responded.
Benson was briefly stunned before he asked, “Could it be that you’ve praised me in front of him?”
Layla finished her sandwich and stood up. “No, I told him I was going to keep you as my boy toy.”
Benson was left stunned as Layla walked away to attend the morning meeting. “And so?”
Layla replied, “Breakfast is over.
No matter how mach Benson tried to ask after that, Layla remained tight–lipped about anything related to Stephen. She continued to work diligently and maintained such a professional attitude that no one had the guts to offend her.
Benson became more cautious in attending to her.
Some colleagues, who were curious about Layla’s husband, began to secretly investigate w
e who he might be.
Now tiercely loyal to Layla, Benson steadfastly guarded her secret. Eventually, everyone was trying to tip
After Stephen sent dinner which exposed Layla’s identity to Benson, she began ordering her meals regularly. Every time she received her meal, she would give
figure out who the real owner behind The Layla Palate was Benson half of it and take a picture to show it to Stephen,
While she was at work, Stephen would secretly put medicine in her pockets or car, just in case her stomach problems flared up.
Later, Stephen discovered that Layla’s lunches were pitifully simple. They were just basic wraps with little meat that didn’t even look appetizing
Stephen was already feeling sorry for Layla before she could voice any complaints.
He prestigated and found that Layla was ordering such eager meals because she was broke. He had frozen all her bank cards, and now she was down to past over ten thousand dollars in lars wallet
the probably had only a few thousand left, malding it impossible for her to order the meals she used to enjoy
