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Chapter 92 The Secret of the File Folder

Yvonne wanted to curl up like a frightened little animal, hiding in the dark corner to avoid the

outside world.

The shame and embarrassment felt like invisible shackles, tightly binding her heart.

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She didn’t understand why things had come to this point. She felt her heart was already in tatters, with every nerve resisting his touch.

Benson looked down at her, trying to catch a hint of pleasure in her eyes, but her expression disappointed him. Yvonne’s eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if her soul had left, leaving only a shell lying on the bed.

Her hair was messily spread on the pillow, highlighting her helplessness and fragility.

Benson’s breathing grew heavier. He had never treated a woman like this before, not even “her.” Now, with Yvonne, he felt an unprecedented hesitation and guilt.

He knew that his actions brought her no joy, only humiliation and pain.

“Yvonne, I’m sorry,” Benson said as he pulled the blanket over her gently. His disheveled clothes seemed to symbolize his inner turmoil and conflict.

He turned and sat at the foot of the bed, trying to calm his emotions, but he found it impossible. He wasn’t angry at her; he was angry at himself. Angry for not being firm, angry for bullying her and causing her embarrassment despite knowing she did nothing wrong.

Yvonne remained motionless, not even responding to him. Her eyes still stared blankly at the curtains. She felt she no longer had the strength to resist, and even speaking seemed unnecessary.

Benson glanced back at her exposed shoulder, fragile and curled up under the blanket. A complex mix of guilt and heartache surged within him.

He sighed and walked to her side, gently running his fingers through her hair, feeling her helplessness and vulnerability.

“From now on, unless you’re willing, I won’t disregard your feelings like this,” he said, his tone gentle as if comforting a wounded child.

He knew that what she most wanted to hear now was his agreement to the divorce, but the words stuck in his throat. He wasn’t ready to let go.

“Whether you care about my feelings or not, it doesn’t matter to me,” Yvonne said coldly, with a hint of decisiveness. She no longer expected him to change, nor did she care about his attitude.

Benson didn’t say another word nor did he insist. He touched her head again, as if soothing her, then turned and went into the dressing room to change into his outdoor clothes. He knew he needed to calm down and take time to think.

Yvonne watched him leave, feeling a mix of emotions She wanted to ask something but swallowed the words back. She felt too drained to argue, and there was no need to argue.

Soon, she heard the car start and knew he had left. Yvonne didn’t sleep as he suggested but got up and dressed. Although nothing had happened, she still felt awkward and uncomfortable.

She never imagined he would have such intimate actions towards her.

She rubbed her flushed face, got out of bed, packed all her personal belongings, and prepared to leave this suffocating place.

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As she walked downstairs, Marla approached her. “Madam…”

Yvonne forced a smile. “I’m heading back. You should rest early.”

Marla looked at her but said nothing more. As a servant, she knew it wasn’t her place to intervene in the master’s affairs.

George came downstairs and saw his boss sitting in the car smoking. His dark eyes were cold and

distant, with an indescribable emptiness. Seeing George, Benson took a drag on his cigarette, silent for a moment before asking. “What’s going on with Marcua?

His tone was light, and the cigarette’s ember flickered, casting a stark light on his stern face.

George was taken aback, puzzled. “What happened with Master Marcus?” He had heard that Marcus was taken by the police, which puzzled him even more. “It shouldn’t be. Master Marcus isn’t a fool.” How could he break someone’s leg without any follow–up?

“Don’t worry about how it happened. Get him out first,” Benson’s voice was low but carried undeniable authority.

Though surprised, George quickly sprang into action. He knew there was no room for negotiation in his

boss’s words.

Benson looked at the distant night, his heart filled with complex emotions. He knew what George was thinking, wondering why he would help Marcus.

But he didn’t want to become estranged from Yvonne. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She had married him only because she liked him. Now that she didn’t like or love him anymore, continuing to bully her would be taking advantage of her lack of support.

“Go talk to Mary. I don’t want to see her,” Benson said, leaning back in the car seat and closing his eyes! He felt a deep weariness, both physically and emotionally.

George nodded and went to replace Mary. Mary’s leverage was in Yvonne’s hands, and she wanted to rely on Benson for fame and fortune, so convincing her to drop the case wasn’t difficult. George quickly handled the matter and returned to the car, handing the backup to Benson.

Benson didn’t take it. “You handle it. Give it to Yvonne or Marcus, whichever you prefer,” he said, continuing to lean back in the seat, his face showing a trace of fatigue and helplessness.

George glanced at his boss, noticing his tense jawline, and understood how conflicted he was. As an old friend of Benson, George knew he felt differently about Yvonne. Although he appeared indifferent on the surface, deep down, he had deep feelings for her.

Over the past eight years, George had watched Benson work his way up from the bottom to become the heir of the Taylor Group. He knew how excellent Benson was and understood his feelings for Yvonne.

Despite William and Matthew teasing Benson about liking men, George knew they simply didn’t understand him.

After returning to the country, Benson mostly focused on his wife. George could see that Benson liked and admired Yvonne, though Benson himself hadn’t realized it.

Marcus, in the police station, said nothing and waited for his lawyer. He knew Benson would handle everything. However, he was still surprised when he was released early the next morning.

The officer said it was all a misunderstanding, but Marcus knew without Benson’s intervention, he wouldn’t have been freed.

Marcus’s first instinct was that Benson had bullied Yvonne again. His mind buzzed, thinking about Yvonne’s situation. He grabbed his phone to assure his father and then headed to Huanya Films.

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At this time, Yvonne was driving to see Marcus to understand the situation. She was surprised when she received a call from Megan. Seeing Marcus, Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief and was happy for him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” Marcus asked worriedly.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Yvonne shook her head, though nothing significant had happened.

Megan, standing nearby, looked anxious. She was puzzled by Yvonne and Marcus’s interaction and didn’t know what to do next.

“Marcus, come with me,” Yvonne said, leading him upstairs for breakfast. She also instructed Megan to go to the department store to get some clothes for Marcus.

Megan–agreed and handed Yvonne a file folder. “George delivered this earlier. There are no more backups.

Yvonne took the folder, feeling a bit dazed. Benson helped without setting conditions, and she felt a mix of emotions. She knew Benson wasn’t entirely cold and heartless towards her, but his care and help only made her more confused.