Madam Benson probably wasn't too happy; otherwise, Morgan Benson wouldn't have such a cold expression now.
He's usually so gentle. If Madam Benson showed even a little bit of willingness to negotiate, he would be very happy rather than wearing a cold face.
Things... It seems they won't go smoothly. All her previous worries weren't unnecessary.
Madam Benson... Even after ten years, she still can't accept her!...
"Go in." The man clutched her wrist tightly, his expression seemed even colder, and he held her as he pushed the door open.
In the luxurious guest room, Old Sir Benson was lying on a retro European-style bed in the middle of the bedroom. Madam Benson and Emma Benson were sitting on the chairs by the bed, and Walter Schmidt stood behind them.
The four of them were chatting and laughing, the atmosphere was really good, especially the Benson Family elders, whose faces were full of smiles.
