Chapter 714 Learning About Fiorello's Past
Maggie looked around, tightened her mask, and walked over to ask in a low voice, "How did you recognize me?"
"I could tell right away," Benjamin, reeking of alcohol and drunk, replied. "Maggie, are you here to spy? You're all covered up."
Even with the mask, she was recognized.
Benjamin was familiar with Maggie and could recognize her instantly, relying on his intuition.
Maggie naturally wouldn't admit she was here to investigate old matters, so she deflected, "Yeah, I'm here to spy. Fiorello isn't here today, is he?"
She was joking, playing along with Benjamin's words.
Benjamin had drunk quite a bit, having been invited by friends. He had already been drinking and came here to continue.
"Maggie, ever since Fiorello got married, he's been so well-behaved. You can rest assured," Benjamin exaggerated. "Now, within three feet of him, there won't be a single woman."
Maggie laughed, "You men always cover for each other."
Benjamin's friends came to urge him.
Maggie sent Benjamin away, "You go have fun. I have to leave."
Benjamin told his friends, "You guys go ahead. I'll chat with Maggie for a bit."
Maggie was helpless.
He was indeed very drunk.
Benjamin sent his friends away and then said to Maggie, "Maggie, I'm curious. How did you win Fiorello over, making him so devoted? Now when we ask him to drink, he either says he's going home to his wife or to his kids. Without him, drinking isn't as fun."
Maggie said, "Are you blaming me for being strict?"
"No, no, no," Benjamin waved his hand, not daring to blame her. "You misunderstood. I'm just curious. I admire you. I've known Fiorello for so many years, and he's always been so proper. As far as I know, he's only been with two women: you and another woman from a few years ago."
It was the first time Maggie had heard about Fiorello's past, so she asked, "Tell me, who was Fiorello with before? What did she look like? Was she pretty?"
She wasn't angry, just genuinely curious.
As long as Fiorello had been proper after meeting her, she had no right to care about his past.
Women have a competitive nature, and hearing about their husband's exes and comparing who is prettier is instinctual.
Drunk Benjamin, speaking without thinking, teased Fiorello, "Pretty? He didn't even know what she looked like. Maggie, let me tell you, about seven or eight years ago, we got Fiorello drunk to see if he was as proper as he seemed. Guess what?"
"What?" Maggie asked curiously.
"Fiorello didn't even know who he slept with," Benjamin laughed. "But that night must have been wild. When I found him, the scratch marks on his neck were very obvious."
"Didn't expect Fiorello to have such a wild night," Maggie mused. "What happened after that? Did Fiorello ever contact that woman again?"
"No," Benjamin shook his head, assuring her. "Maggie, I can guarantee you, absolutely not. Fiorello didn't even know what she looked like, where she lived, or her name."
"A one-night stand?" Maggie thought, surprised that Fiorello had such a past.
At this point, the drunk Benjamin, speaking without a filter, added, "It's normal to fool around when you're young. I guess that woman was probably a prostitute from this club or someone who picked him up. It could also have been someone who had a crush on Fiorello and took advantage of the situation. I even joked with Fiorello before, saying a woman might show up with a kid someday."
"This club?" Maggie's heart skipped a beat. "Fiorello's one-night stand happened here?"
Benjamin, without thinking, replied, "Yeah!"
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