Chapter 246
Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love
The implication in Benâs words was clear. He was considering pulling his investment.
Mr. Witt almost had a heart attack, he quickly said, âMr. Landor, we absolutely didnât mean that! Itâs Ms.
Lynn here, she said she had a conflict with Mrs. Landor and specifically wanted to come and apologize.
We⦠we had no idea she would come out with such nonsense.â
But Monicaâs behavior didnât look like she was here to apologize.
She was clearly here on a mission to catch a cheater.
But in the end, her honey was here. What kind of adultery was this!
Their entire film crew was about to be dragged down by Monicaâs actions.
âOh?â Ben cast a nonchalant glance at Monica.
Monica trembled, barely able to speak, âBen, how⦠how come you are here?â
Didnât Best Didnât Ben leave for a meeting a few days ago?
âWhy canât I be here?â Ben calmly sat down next to Susan. âThe real question is, why are you here?â
âLâ¦â Monica turned pale.
She had thought.
As long as she could prove that Susan and Eason were alone together, whether or not something actually happened between them didnât matter. She would come out on top either way because Susan being alone with a man was already inappropriate.
But now, Ben was also there.
All her previous plans had failed the moment Ben appeared.
Monica said, âI came here looking for Thomas, I genuinely wanted to apologize to Susan. But when I saw a stranger open the door, I misunderstood and said some things I shouldnât have to Susan.â
âI didnât mean any harm.â
Desperately, Monica looked to Thomas for help. âThomas, you know me. I donât have any ulterior motives, Iâm truly innocent.â
Thomas looked at Monica with a complex expression.
He really wanted to believe Monica.
But his intelligence wouldnât let him.
Thomas silently looked away.
Monica felt her heart sink, realizing that this time, Thomas probably wouldnât help her either.
She was on her own.
Monica looked at Susan with teary eyes. âSusan, Iâm sorry. I misspoke earlier, but you canât blame me entirely. The situation did seem quite misleading. Even with Ben here, itâs not appropriate for Eason to stay here so late at night.â
Eason narrowed his eyes and pulled out a chair from behind the table where Susan stood.
Then, he casually glanced at Monica. âWhatâs wrong, canât the three of us play a game of cards?â
Monica stared at the scattered playing cards on the table.
She didnât know how to react.
The middle of the night?
Playing cards?
This seemed⦠oddly unproblematic.
âIt was I who called Eason over,â Ben said calmly. âAfter all, two people canât play cards by themselves.â
Benâs tone was light and breezy.
The expressions around him started to turn curious.
Who would have thought? A billionaire, a secret card game enthusiast?
If this story got out, it could probably dominate the headlines for days.
Monica panicked. âThen⦠then I must have misunderstood. I⦠Iâll leave now.â
In this situation, Monica felt she couldnât stay in the room any longer.
She turned to leave.
âWait.â Benâs voice was soft but firm.
Monica stiffened, Ben looked at Mr. Witt and said, âWhat was the reason you said Monica came here to find Susan?â
Mr. Witt was quick on the uptake. âTo apologize.â
Benâs gaze returned to Monica. âYou plan to leave without finishing what you came here for?â
Monica turned around, somewhat incredulously looking at Ben.
She had already lost face, what more did Ben want from her?
Was she actually expecting her to apologize to Susan?
Did Susan even deserve it?
âYes! Ms. Lynn, you havenât apologized yet, how can you just leave like this?â Mr. Witt quickly said.
âExactly.â Theresa chimed in with a smile. âWe all followed you here to witness your apology. If you leave now, wouldnât our trip be in vain?â
âYeah, weâre all waiting to see.â
âHurry up and apologize.â
âItâs getting late, everyone is waiting.â
The rest of the crew joined in, one after the other.
Monica listened to the cacophony around her, her face gradually turning pale.
She had brought all these people to prevent Susan from making excuses, but now, had the tables turned and they were here to see her make a fool of herself?
She was, after all, the heiress of the Lynn family, and here she was, expected to apologize to Susan in front of all these people.
Where could she possibly put her face!
Monica looked at Ben with almost a plea in her eyes, hoping he would change his mind.
Ben glanced at her indifferently. âApologize.â
Monicaâs body began to tremble slightly. âI⦠I âMs. Lynn, you said you were sincere, that you wanted to apologize to Mrs. Landor, and thatâs why we all came. If you back out now, well, that raises questions about your motives. We have a lot of people here, and words travel. If someone lets something slip that tarnishes your reputation, donât get mad,â Mr. Witt said.
Mr. Wittâs words were a clear threat.
dat Monica looked at Benâs stern face, at Thomas bowing his head in silence, and at the schadenfreude on everyoneâs faces.
She knew if she didnât apologize today, she might not even make it out the door.
Monica slowly walked up to Susan, bowed her head, and said softly, âIâm sorry.â
Ben raised an eyebrow. âSusan, did you hear that?â
Before Susan could respond, Theresa laughed and said, âWhether Susan heard it, I donât know, but the rest of us certainly didnât. Ms. Lynn, since you brought so many of us to witness, you should at least make sure everyone can hear you.â
âI think that makes sense.â Eason nodded in agreement.
âI agree.â Mr. Witt immediately followed.
âYeah, it should be like this,â the others echoed.
âYou⦠donât go too far!â Monicaâs voice suddenly turned sharp.
Susan had been inclined to dismiss Monica.
But seeing her act all wronged and reluctant, Susan didnât want to let her off the hook.
Susan arched an eyebrow and said coolly, âYou call this going too far? Showing up in the dead of night, slandering without a second thought, now thatâs going too far. Ms. Lynn, for this and past issues, you might as well apologize all at once. Iâm all ears.â
âYouâ¦â Monica, fuming, extended a finger to point at Susan.
But before she could gesture, Thomas firmly pressed down her hand.