Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Was the Boss in a Bad Mood?

At night, the Goltzstraße street was very quiet. After just finishing a negotiation meeting, Benjamin, with slightly fast footsteps, returned to the hotel he sponsored.

Inside the black Rolls–Royce, the company’s assistant, Simon Lee, held the meeting’s record report for him to sign. He turned around and wanted to leave after the signature.

But the man sitting on the back seat of the car, who was originally silent and terrifying, suddenly said, “Anything else?”

Simon couldn’t help holding his breath, and his brain turned quickly, trying to think about what else he needed to report to him.

However, no matter how hard Simon tried, he couldn’t think of anything. “Everything is going smoothly in terms of work, and nothing unexpected has happened,” he replied, But Benjamin’s eyebrows did not relax, instead, they furrowed tighter. He glanced at the bottomless night outside the window and asked, “What time is it in LA now?”

Simon was momentarily stunned before answering, “It’s 4 p.m. in the morning.”

Benjamin remained silent, but as his assistant sitting right next to him, Simon could clearly feel the temperature in the car drop suddenly at that moment.

Simon cautiously glanced at his boss, unsure if he had said something wrong.

Usually, when they returned to the hotel, Benjamin would take off his coat and go to the temporary study to work overtime like usual.

His accompanying assistants and advisors would also work tirelessly with him through the night.

In the eyes of others, Benjamin was indeed a genius in various fields, especially in the business world, where he had raised the Walker Group to become a domestic industry giant in just a few years.

However, only a few people around him knew that he was an extreme and frightening perfectionist, especially when it came to work, he had no empathy for any situation.

As it approached dawn, the assistants and consultants who were working with him began to feel exhausted and wanted to rest, but the man in the temporary study did not move, so they didn’t dare to leave.

was still Simon who, under pressure, went to remind Benjamin that he should rest, but the

the room, the assistants sat together in the small conference

Among this group of people, she was the oldest and the most senior member of

caring about anything else, it seemed more like he

a moment of pondering, Rihanna asked, “By the way, did the boss say anything else

day of meetings, and then we were invited to dinner with the other party. We all came back together, but we

the report in the car. He said, “Oh, when

pursed her lips and said, “Is there anything

head, “I don’t think

other people looked at Rihanna in

was indeed sharp, and she immediately grasped the key point, “Has anyone called or messaged from the US

of the assistants said, “Yesterday, the boss’s mother called

her that this matter was

said, “Oh, yes, a few days ago, Mr. Lu, a friend of Mr. Benjamin

took a deep breath and her eyes suddenly changed, and questioned,

looked at each other and quickly checked the call

that there had been a significant decrease recently, to the point that there had been none at all. She emphasized, “Did Miss Martinez

hadn’t realized the true meaning of

pressed further, “When was the last time

time, Mr. Benjamin Walker was in a very

Suddenly, an inexplicable voice warned her

“Call back!” she ordered.

the sofa kept ringing incessantly. Martina felt annoyed and finally took out the SIM card from the phone and threw it on

her, so every time she received his call, it would make her happy for

things

her friend’s phone

of the wealthy circle in