Chapter 115

CHAPTER 115 Anger flickered in Arlo’s eyes, but he coolly asked, “Can you show me your invitation card?”

His father Langdon made customized invitation cards for all the families and friends he had invited over to this party, so Arlo was sure Benjamin didn’t have an invitation card, unless he stole others. Either way, once it’s made public, Arlo could kick him out of the party by himself. That was what he was after.

Benjamin, however, smiled and looked at Veronica, puzzling her. “Why didn’t you ask my sister-in-law the same question?”

asked Benjamin. “Because she’s Jacob Sterling’s daughter. His whole family was invited, so she’s also invited.” “And I’m Jacob Sterling’s son-in-law,” Benjamin raised his brows, “am I not?” Arlo frowned. Benjamin and Rebecca hadn’t separated yet, so even though they were living away from each other, they were still very much a couple. “I’ll deal with you later,” Arlo started walking away. “You don’t want the painting?” asked Benjamin, but Arlo didn’t stop. Veronica chuckled a little, but when Benjamin shifted his gaze toward her, she quickly collected herself and harrumphed before walking away. She appeared more like a child than an adult in the way she behaved.

“Benjamin...” Rebecca came over to him.

“Rebecca!” Benjamin put the painting away and gave the bouquet to her. “This is for me?” It was a small but beautiful jasmine bouquet, and its wonderful fragrance stimulated her senses and soothed her soul. This type of bouquet wasn’t sold at a florist’s as far as she knew, so he must have made it by himself. Regardless, it was easily the best gift she had received in a while. She wished those flowers wouldn’t fade so she could keep the bouquet with her forever. “Thanks. This is precious.”

Benjamin grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“But why did you come here?” she looked worried. She was afraid of his family members causing a scene. Shawn was already giving a death glare at Benjamin. “I didn’t shed weight in over two days,” Benjamin said, “so I was looking for the best place to unload all of it. And this place is perfect for pooping, don’t you think?”

Rebecca’s lips stretched sideways and exposed her teeth. “That’s disgusting.” “But it made you smile, though.” “No, I didn’t smile.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.” She slapped his arm.

“Okay, okay. You can’t see your smile, but you win.”

As silence crept into their space, they surrendered themselves to it and kept looking into each other’s eyes that had become laborers of love. Just then a tall man walked past them and kept checking Rebecca out and began biting his lips. He was aged over fifty and was a rich businessman, but his actions angered Benjamin.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “He’s just drunk.”

Benjamin listened to her.

“Why do you get so angry so fast?” she asked, still staring into his intense eyes. “Is it because of your temper? Or do you really love me so much?”

“Wouldn’t you get upset if some other woman began checking my ass out?”

“I would, but...” she pressed her lips together. “Should we go and look at the paintings?”

“Why would I care about those paintings when I’m already looking at the prettiest painting there is,” her words strengthened her heartbeat. “Why bother about the wine,” his hand slowly raised up to her lips, “when the sweetest honey resides in these lips.” As she stared at him, almost spellbound by his words, he touched her slender waist. It was a gentle touch, but there was a hint of firmness in it, and her whole body felt a rush of goosebumps. She didn’t expect him to touch his waist like that. She pushed his hand down.

Benjamin who was about to touch her lips with the risen hand stopped and pulled that hand back. She wasn’t ready yet, to display her love in public. He got that and didn’t want to force her into displaying her affection for him. “Did I go too far? I’m sorry.”

Rebecca didn’t say anything, but she kept looking around.

Elizabeth, who had been watching all this, felt so frustrated, her intestines turning greener with every second. She looked at her brother and rebuked him, “Look at him and learn! He just walks up and owns Rebecca even after all the shit that has happened, but what about you? You’re fucking busy eating chicken roast!”

“S-Sorry, sis,” George’s mouth was covered with sauce. “Doctor told me I shouldn’t eat oily food, but I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” her voice crackled with fury, “you idiot!” She would have twisted his ear 360 degrees if only she wasn’t at a party. “I know, but I was just clarifying things, that’s all.”

Elizabeth’s brows twitched in annoyance. She clutched her head before walking away from George who then went back to his eating, Meanwhile, Artur was talking with Shawn. “Didn’t you kick him out of the house? Why’s he still here?”

“We didn’t bring him with us,” Shawn explained himself. “That sneaky bastard came here without telling us.”

“Still, this wouldn’t have happened if only you had made your sister sign the divorce papers!” Artur was so mad, saliva flew out of his mouth, even though he was keeping his voice low.”

After that I would have made that little fucker sign the documents myself.”

“I’m trying,” Shawn lowered his head, “Tsk,” Artur looked at Rebecca, and she was still next to Benjamin, holding the flowers he had given her. “He just gave her what?

A bunch of tiny flowers? If it was me, I would have made her a whole bed of flowers! I would have filled the entire mansion with flowers to receive her, yet she chooses to be with that pathetic bastard. Why? What does she see in him? I don’t get it.”

Just then, Arlo interrupted their conversation by stepping into their space. “I’m very glad that you took time to show up, Mr. Artur,”

Arlo put his hand forward.

“How can I miss a grand party like this?” Artur shook Arlo’s hand “It’s grand, but we’re missing the yacht vibes where we can dance and drink and throw currency notes on the beauties as much as we want, don’t you think?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then can you make some time for my friend’s birthday party tomorrow night?” Arlo asked.” It’s gonna be a blast on one of my yachts, I promise.”

“I can’t guarantee, but I’ll try;” replied Artur, not making eye contact. “Great,” Arlo then left as a happy man. “What do you think of this Arlo Campbell?” Artur asked Shawn.

“Someone who gives high-interest loans for anyone that asks of him and then sucks their whole wealth dry using all means available... he’s a devil in disguise.”

“Mm, I give high-interest loans to my friends, too,” Artur said. “Does that also make me a devil, senior?”

Shawn faintly smiled and said, “We both don’t hesitate to put our morals aside for making more money, so that makes us devils, too, I guess, but we’re smaller devils compared to the likes of Arlo Campbell.”

“Huh,” Artur snorted a little, “you really have a way with words.” “Fooling people into taking all kinds of insurance is my job, after all.”

Their wine glasses clinked. “Mm?” just then Artur noticed something coming over, flying in the dark sky. “What the.”

It was a flying drone, carrying a heavy object. Artur’s eyes widened. “A bomb!”he yelled.