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 9

Chapter 9 Who Moved My Study?

Benjamin thought carefully about the fragments, and confirmed that he really wanted to see Martina. Then he got up resolutely.

However, at this moment, his eyes noticed that something was missing from the white wall on his left.

“Who moved my study?” he asked.

The housemaid responsible for cleaning was summoned and meekly answered, “Miss Martinez moved it herself… That day, Miss Martinez stayed here for a while and seemed to have taken away a lot of things.”

“What did she take?” asked Benjamin, eagerly.

“It seems to be a painting?” said the housemaid.

Benjamin finally figured it out. Yes, all the paintings Martina had painted for him had disappeared.

Looking at the once full wall now so empty, he suddenly became restless.

Simon, who had been following Benjamin all along, became increasingly uneasy and even began to have a bold speculation – it seemed that Martina was not so dispensable in the boss’s heart?

Upon arriving home, Martina removed her high heels ungracefully and reclined on the sofa for a short period of time.

Her mood was not very good now, and whenever she interacted with the Walker family. it would affect her mood. But it didn’t matter, she just needed to be more open–minded and make up her mind, the rest would be diluted by time.

As time passed, Martina still felt a little sad, especially since Simon’s words were. repeating in her head.

Did he really think Martina was only after pocket money? It was ridiculous.

Martina shook her head mockingly and buried herself in the pillow with a sullen face. Not long after, a slight weeping sound could be heard.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when her fondness for Benjamin had transformed into this unhealthy level of obsession.

necessarily wrong to harbor feelings for someone, even if it meant giving up everything for

toxic? Was it because of her

and flawless, that no matter what Martina did, it was deemed

if she left the Walker family and started

clung to her pillow tightly and whispered to herself, “You can do this,

still managed to make herself something to fill her stomach. Just as she sat down at the table,

saw a

Hey little troublemaker, guess who called me just

Martina: Who?

butler!(Elena sent a

thought, the butler in the Walker family? He was scolded and yet he wanted one

Elena: Of course!

typing, Martina called back. She asked, “What could he want from me? Does he

know how polite that old man was when he spoke to

the fast food in front of her suddenly

unhappy, “What the heck? Do you think I’m that kind of person?

satisfied and

give

“What number?”

the city! I told him to take the entire Walker family there to

her tone became much lighter, “You did a good job, but the Walker family only

too confident. What if Benjamin

firmly,

of the days

have never really left him, and he’s even less likely to

up with things, you could probably

pretty shameless too. I’ve been hugging a stone that never

tried to comfort her in a soft tone, “Don’t be afraid. A prodigal son returning home is worth more than gold. It’s not too late, “I know it, but Elena couldn’t stand Martina’s depressed tone and encouraged her, “But you can rest assured

“What kind of fun?”