Chapter 124
A deal with the devil
Chapter 12 Just as Shirley was about to step into the kitchen, she suddenly turned back and looked at Benjamin. âDidnât I just bring you dinner earlier?â
Denjamin didnât answer, only meeting her gaze with his deep, dark eyes.
After a few seconds of staring at each other, she gave up. âWhat do you want to eat?â
âAmthing,â he replied Shirley was speechless.
Anything? Fine, she would make him some plain pasta!
She tied on an apron and stepped into the kitchen. Recalling the moment when Benjaminâs hand touched her back earlier, a ridiculous thought crossed her mind. Was he about to pick her up from the floor?
But the more she thought about it, the more she dismissed it as wishful thinking. With how Benjamin had treated her that evening, there was no way heâd do something so caning.
He must have just intended to wake her up so she could work herself to the bone for him.
Given his attitude, a simple serving of pasta would suffice. If he wanted meat, heâd have to dream on.
She poured some water into a pot to boil and grabbed a pack of pasta. As the water heated, she added some salt, then opened the fridge and pulled out some herbs. After washing the herbs, the water still hadnât boiled. She glanced at the fridge again.
Alright, maybe sheâd add a little bacon. After all, if she really angered him, it would only make her life harder.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Benjamin sat on the sofa. In his hand was Shirleyâs workbook, the one she had been drooling on earlier.
His expression darkened as he read through it.
So, while she adamantly refused divorce, she was secretly planning for life after it?
He scoffed. With her level of understandingâunable to even grasp basic problemsâit would be delusional for her to take over Weiss Group.
No wonder Owen had started looking for a successor to the Weiss family early on.
With her capabilities, she was no different from a fool. Just how did she even graduate from college?
A few moments later, Shirley came out with a plate of pasta that looked and smelled delicious. She placed it in front of Benjamin âThe pasta is ready.â
Benjamin tossed the worldbook aside, cast a cold glance at the bowl of pasta, and then looked at her. âIs this all you can make?
Pasta?
Of course. Pasta was the quickest and easiest dish to prepare.
But Shirley wasnât about to admit that. Cleverly, she pointed to the clock. âItâs so late. Something light is better for your health.â
He saw through her immediately. âOr is it because pasta is the easiest thing to make?â
Rendered speechless by his question, she forced a smile. âI didnât want to keep you waiting for too long.â
Benjamin finally stopped questioning her and picked up his fork just as Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly looked up and said, âShirley, are you an idiot?
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âHuh?â she was utterly bewildered.
Why was he insulting her out of nowhere?
Benjamin pointed at the workbook, still bearing traces of her drool. âDo you have any idea how many your level of skill, can you even understand a project proposal? Can you read a business contract? Do you know how much damage it could cause to the company it y documents. I have to sign every day for the company? With you signed the wrong contract?â
ch, so this was about that Her father, Owen, had always told her she had no talent for business. He had poured countless hours of effort into her education, only to shake his head in disappointment each time, In this regard, Shirley was fully aware of her own shortcomings. She really wasnât much better than a fool.