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.

“Everything I’ve done is for my mother. You’ve seen her; she’s alive, but she’s been ‘dead’ once already. She nearly died back then.

“Even though she was saved, she’s been living a life worse than death. Her legs were broken, causing severe paralysis in her lower body. Without care, she wouldn’t have survived. And who caused this? The Songo family!”

Benson’s smile faded, replaced by a serious demeanor. “And yet, my naive mother still holds onto the past, regretting that she couldn’t marry Alfred back then. What can I do?

“All I want is to use you to seek revenge on those responsible and ensure they face their deserved punishment!

“You think I’m after the Songo family’s assets? I couldn’t care less about them! Do you think I’m that desperate for money?”

Looking at the man in front of her, his barely restrained emotions and reddened eyes, Cecelia’s gaze sharpened even more.

With the ever-changing situation, she needed to discern the truth from his words. She pondered over Benson’s statements. “How much of it is true and how much is false?” she wondered.

Glancing at Anisa in the lounge chair, with her gray hair and disabled condition, being cared for by a nurse, Cecelia could see how much suffering she had endured over the years.