Chapter 90
Benson held the car keys with trembling hands. “Layla, I don’t know the way.”
Layla snapped at him, “Am I blind or mute? Do I not know the way, or can I not speak?” Benson glanced at the colleagues before quickly getting into the car.
As the car pulled away, everyone outside the restaurant remained clustered together.
“No wonder Jonah was so scared when he saw Layla.” They’d be terrified too if it were them.
Sally now understood how she got her manager position. It likely had something to do with Stephen.
But why would a wealthy heiress like her choose to work in a sales office?”
“Could it be that Stephen really has taken control of the Murray family?”
“Now I get why Jonah resigned and ended up being hired by the Murray Group so easily.”
Sally spoke up again, “Let’s not gossip about our colleagues‘ personal lives. We all know Layla’s background now, so keep any rumors off the Internet. Consider this a warming
“It’s late, so let’s all head home and make sure we’re on time tomorrow.”
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After that, the colleagues stopped their discussion and dispersed, but the urge to gossip in their hearts was far from over
Before entering Mu
Murray Estate, Benson noticed security guards at the gate and asked, “Layla, which row and house plate is yours?”
He turned his head and saw the sign with two large characters. “Murray Estate.”
“This.. this is all your house? Benson drove up to the gate where a security guard approached to verify their identities. Upon seeing Layla in the passenger seat, the guard immediately stood up straight. “Welcome home, Ms. Murray.”
The iron gates swung open, and Benson slowly drove along the road following instructions.
Before joining the industry, Benson only knew how to judge whether buildings looked good. But after entering the construction field, he learned what a truly good home was
There were lush green plants, evergreen throughout the year everywhere he looked. Tall, evenly spaced lamps illuminated the road, while smaller, varied–height lights lined the paths beside them.
The asphalt road was smooth and clean, making Benson feel like it was a perfect track for racing.
Not far ahead, he saw the first garage. Whoa! Layla, is that your multimillion–dollar sports car?
Benson pointed excitedly at the bright red supercar in the garage. “And that one, is that a Pagani?” Layla simply replied, “Tum left.”
Benson quickly complied, occasionally passing a few maids who would stop and bow as the car passed.
Finally, they arrived at a cream–colored building. The four towering pillars at the entrance indicated that this was the main hall.
Benson got out of the car and was stunned by the sight of the manor before him, completely at a loss for words.
