Chapter 288: Behind the scenes III

Myriads of questions surged in Benjamin’s mind within seconds. All the information he knew about Thursday Girl resurfaced, floating to the forefront of his thoughts like a dead fish in the ocean.

He recalled the biggest details about her, and even the smallest ones that only Zoren would notice — like a tiny mole on her face, barely the size of a dot. Except for the obvious weight loss, Benjamin couldn’t help but notice that Penelope Bennet matched Thursday Girl’s description.

Not to mention, her cat’s name was Chunchun!

Who would name their cat like that? It sounded as if someone were clicking their tongue!

"You are Thursday Girl, then..." Benjamin panicked, turning his attention to the windshield, eyes on the woman approaching his boss. "Who is that?!"

That woman was also carrying a cat and, strangely, she seemed to have Penny’s hairstyle and hair color as well, although she appeared a little taller than Penny.

"Oh no, this is bad!" Benjamin quickly reached for the door to jump out of the car to stop the woman from approaching his boss. However, just as he pulled the door handle, he stopped.

"Let her be, Mr. Vitt."

"Huh?" Benjamin furrowed his brows and looked at the backseat. "Let that woman be? Miss Penny, can’t you see? She seems to be impersonating you — with a cat that looks like Chunchun!"

As usual, Benjamin roared, sensing danger approaching his boss.

"Let her."

"No, I will—"

"If you don’t, then that’s akin to cutting all the lines to find the person pulling the strings," Penny remarked coldly, her eyes fixed on Zoren and the woman, watching as Zoren slowly turned his head toward her. "This might be a coincidence, and she could be just a passerby. But if not, then let her be."

A glint flickered across her eyes as she shifted her sharp gaze to Benjamin. "Let her do what she wants, as long as it doesn’t hurt him."

Half of Benjamin’s heart didn’t want to listen to her, but the other half prevailed. In the end, he relaxed his shoulders and clenched his teeth as he let go of the door handle.

Penny was the owner of the Prime Group. Benjamin knew this was her expertise; she was coming from a professional and expert perspective.

Silence quickly fell between them as they both kept their eyes on the windshield. Bitterness was evident in their eyes, and their fists clenched tightly, trembling.

"Miss Penny, what should we do?" After some time, Benjamin whispered, looking back at Penny helplessly. "I’m angry."

Penny drew a deep breath, but her expression remained unchanged. "I am too. Very... angry."

Although her voice was calm, it was laced with restrained anger.

"Then what are we going to do?" Benjamin asked, all his emotions swirling into one. "If you’re going to ask me, I’d jump out of here and expose her! That woman—how dare she?!"

"You do nothing for now."

Benjamin frowned in dissatisfaction. "Miss Penelope, wouldn’t it be better if you go there now and tell my boss you’re his Thursday Girl?! I understand you think it’s beneficial to let the snake slither its way in, hoping that once it’s done, it will return to its owner! But don’t forget, a snake bites—and it kills!"

"That’s why you have to step on it or grab it by the neck before it can harm anyone," Penny replied calmly, her eyes never leaving Zoren. "As I said, resolving this matter right now would be easy. But what if whoever sent her finds another way to entrap Renren?"

This time, she cast Benjamin a stern look. "Mr. Vitt, if our marriage, which we’re both unaware of until recently, and this are connected, do you think jumping out here and exposing that woman is smart?"

"If our marriage alone doesn’t ring any alarm bells in your head, then you’re foolish," she added. "Renren might appreciate it, and we might talk about all the memories we shared and created in the past. But what if his enemy or mine resorts to something much more harmful? Isn’t that why Renren is always in a predicament? Because you always fix one problem, the enemy will just think of another way to put him back in harm’s way."

Benjamin pressed his mouth into a thin line and lowered his head to hide the bitterness in his eyes. No matter how annoying and hurtful her words were, they made a clear point.

"I’m not gambling with his life," she continued, snapping her eyes back to the windshield. "I’d rather be ten steps ahead than stop for temporary bliss."

Besides, danger also lurked in the Bennet Shadows. She didn’t want to drag Zoren into that as well. The Pierson Family was already complicated enough.

"Then are we just going to let things flow like this?"

"Tomorrow, I’m sending you my best men. You, on the other hand, continue what you were doing."

"Huh?"

"Keep giving me stress and don’t ever talk to me nicely unless it’s necessary. Show that you don’t like me and give me a reason not to like you. On the other hand..." Penny paused, snapping her eyes back to the windshield. "Favor that woman. Make her comfortable; make her trust you."

She nodded slightly and took a deep breath, diverting her eyes back to Benjamin. "I need your full cooperation. And..." Penny leaned forward, her arm sprawling toward the driver’s seat, grabbing Benjamin’s collar and pulling him close.

"And... don’t turn out to be one of his enemies," she breathed out, her face close enough for Benjamin to know she was not to be messed with. "Because if you do, you’ll be in and out of the hospital for the rest of your life — just like how he lived his life. Do you understand?"

Benjamin held his breath and gulped nervously. The sense of dread while holding her gaze, filled with murderous intent, could only make him nod.

"Good," she intoned, releasing him at the right moment. "Until I trace the people behind that woman, do as you’re told."

Having said that, Penny picked up Chunchun in her arms and was about to leave when she stopped.

"Mr. Vitt," she called, turning to Benjamin. "Does... does he come here every Thursday?"

"It’s a fixed schedule," he answered, still recovering from the fear she instilled in him. "That’s why even when he knew meeting you today was important, he couldn’t do it. Even if the president himself asked him to meet on Thursday for dinner, he wouldn’t come."

"I see," was all she said as she stepped out of the car. She closed the door quietly and turned in Zoren’s direction.

Her lips were drawn into a thin line before she whispered, "Fool."