Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386 Outmaneuvered by Her

"See for yourself!"

Cecelia pulled out a bunch of documents from her bag and threw them in front of him.

Benson picked them up and read through the files about the Seyben Group. A sinister smirk appeared on his handsome face. "Oh, Cecelia, you're truly exceptional. You even found out about this?"

"Now, you should explain. The shares of the Songo Group controlled by the Seyben Group - were they gifted to you by my maternal uncle or did you acquire them by other means?"

Cecelia stared into Benson's eyes. They locked gazes for a moment before Benson couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny? If you're not sincere about cooperating and have been hiding things from me, then there's no need to continue discussing any partnership. Farewell."

Cecelia's face darkened, and she grabbed her bag, getting ready to leave.

"Wait!"

Benson stopped her. "I haven't even spoken yet. Why are you in such a hurry? Sit down and let's talk."

Cecelia sat back down, still visibly upset.

"The shares held by the Seyben Group were acquired through my own legitimate means, and they have nothing to do with anyone from the Songo family. Apart from you, none of them know that I have the shares."

Cecelia stared at him unblinkingly. Her icy gaze made Benson feel uneasy. He awkwardly adjusted his hair and added, "The next thing I'm going to say is for you alone."

Clearly, he wanted to speak privately with Cecelia.

"Why am I not included?"

Though Remington was in disguise as Cecelia's assistant, he still felt an innate duty to protect his woman.

"It's not that you can't join us. I just can't say it in front of you."

Benson rubbed his chin as he spoke. Cecelia looked at Remington and Adam, signaling them to wait outside.

Obeying his sister's gesture, Adam left promptly. Remington rose reluctantly, murmuring, "Pretentious."

Once they had left, Benson stood up. "Cecelia, come with me."

Cecelia felt he was being mysterious but decided to follow.

She walked alongside him into the inner house, passing through a corridor, and arrived in the backyard.

Beyond a pane of glass, Benson stopped. Cecelia approached to see a middle-aged woman sitting in a wheelchair, seemingly basking in the sun with a blanket covering her legs.

After a moment of careful observation, Cecelia exclaimed, "That's your mother, Anisa Quinsey?"

"Yes."

"She's alive?"

Cecelia looked at Benson in shock, realizing that he was even more enigmatic than she had imagined.

So, all along, Benson's act of strategizing everything was it all just to deceive her?

"So, the whole claim of seeking justice for your deceased mother was just a facade. She's not dead; she's very much alive.

"You wanted to collaborate with me, perhaps with the intention to overthrow the Songo family through my efforts, and then reap the benefits, ultimately swallowing the Songo family's assets?"

With this speculation, Cecelia's impression of Benson soured, and anger bubbled within her.

"Cecelia, don't think of me so poorly. I sought your cooperation to bring down the Songo family, but I never considered benefiting from it.