Chapter 100 Fiorello's Intimate Past
Fiorello's countenance hardened into a frosty mask as he regarded Benjamin, who had just sauntered into the room. "Why are you here?" Fiorello's voice resonated deeply within the room."I thought I'd drop by and see what you're up to. We haven't caught up in a while." Benjamin, ever the uninvited guest, had already instructed Fiorello's secretary to prepare a cup of coffee for him. He settled comfortably onto the sofa and casually inquired, "Heard you roughed up that Quixote kid last night. It's been years since you've thrown a punch. Quite surprising."Fiorello responded with a sneer, "Just flexing old muscles. Just because I haven't thrown a punch in years doesn't mean I've forgotten how."Benjamin, ever the gossip, probed further, "What was it that prompted you to step in personally? Rumor has it, it was over a woman?"Fiorello corrected him nonchalantly, "That would be my wife.""Wife?" Benjamin choked on his coffee, coughing repeatedly, "Fiorello, are you kidding me? When did you get married?"
Fiorello produced a marriage certificate from a drawer and laid it on the table, "Last month."Benjamin hastily set down his coffee cup to scrutinize the document. Upon seeing a photograph of Fiorello standing beside a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Fiorello, you got hitched and didn't even invite your old friend for a drink? That's rather thoughtless of you.""I'll extend an invitation when we hold the wedding ceremony." Fiorello reclaimed the marriage certificate, locking it carefully away in the drawer as though it were a precious treasure.Benjamin pinched himself, wincing at the pain. It confirmed that he wasn't dreaming."I knew you had a girlfriend, but I didn't expect you to be married," Benjamin said. "You must introduce me to your wife tonight.""Not tonight," Fiorello responded. "We'll arrange it when I have some free time."With the unresolved issues with the Quixote family and the recent firing of Maggie, Fiorello wasn't in the right frame of mind to introduce his wife to Benjamin that evening."Because of the Quixote family troubles?" Benjamin settled back down, "You've cost the Quixote group billions this time. That old man George must be in tears.""He deserves to cry," Fiorello replied nonchalantly, idly tapping the table with his index finger. "The Quixote group crisis is only going to snowball."Benjamin felt a chill. "You're planning to wipe them out?""I've left them some room to breathe," Fiorello smirked coldly. "George should consider selling off the Quixote group's assets to salvage his own.""When the stock market opened this morning, Quixote group's stocks took a nosedive. Now they're practically giving them away," Benjamin observed."He has no other choice," Fiorello sipped his coffee leisurely. "The Quixote group's assets still hold some value, but the debts owed to the bank need to be settled this year."Benjamin studied Fiorello for a moment before voicing his suspicion, "Why do I get the feeling that you've had your sights set on the Quixote group's assets from the start?"Fiorello simply interlaced his fingers and hummed in response.Benjamin was left speechless and stunned."You've caused the Quixote group to lose billions, and now you plan to snatch up their assets at a bargain. George is going to be livid," Benjamin taunted. "Your personal and professional life seem to be thriving. Your wife must be your lucky charm, huh?"Fiorello remained silent, his lips pursed as he reminisced about the tender moments he had shared with Maggie earlier. He yearned to be by her side.Benjamin suddenly remembered something and chuckled, "Oh, Fiorello, do you recall that night when I left the country a few years ago? We all went out for drinks to bid me farewell."Fiorello nodded, "I have a vague recollection.""That night, we planned to get you drunk and ensure you had your first sexual encounter. You were so intoxicated that we lost track of you. When we finally found you, you were stark naked. I've been holding onto this for years. Were there any beautiful women that night?"Fiorello furrowed his eyebrows. It was an event from years ago, and his memory of it was hazy.He had consumed too much alcohol that night and his recollection was blurry. However, he did recall having a vivid dream following that night.Fiorello replied seriously, "I can't remember. I blacked out.""I bet you had a fling," Benjamin teased maliciously. "I saw the scratch marks on your neck. They were definitely left by a woman."
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