Chapter 306 What Do You Want? I Want You.
Finding out about the annual meeting was a breeze. With so many folks at HorizonTech Group, just asked around and you'd know.
Mark hadn't mentioned it earlier because he didn't expect Charles to pull this move. Now that it was settled, he figured he might as well take the money.
Charles glanced at Mark, his hand on the message he just sent, and then, right in front of him, he clicked to withdraw it.
"Let's go," Charles said with a slight smile, "Mark."
Mark asked, "Isn't this a bit off? As a boss, you should be decisive."
"I've told you before, don't trust anything not clearly written in the contract," Charles said, watching Mark struggle for words. "Anything not in your hands can change anytime."
Mark thought he had said it before, but he had never tricked him like this, only others.
Taking a deep breath, Mark started the car and drove towards their neighborhood.
Charles, having walked through it once, knew the way. "Let's go find Daphne."
"The HorizonTech Group's annual meeting doesn't start until ten tonight," Mark lied, keeping a straight face. "If we go now, we'll just be stopped. I'll take you there at nine."
Charles's eyes turned cold. "Which annual meeting starts at ten at night?"
"If you don't believe me, ask in the group," Mark said confidently.
Seeing Mark wasn't joking, Charles let it go.
In the afternoon, back home, Charles asked for a laptop to understand society, the market, and the Lancelot Group.
Mark followed orders, served tea and water, explaining things occasionally.
Once Charles was fully immersed, Mark took a break and messaged Jesse: [Is HorizonTech Group still hiring?]
Mark typed: [Our boss has gone crazy.]
Just as he was about to send it, he remembered Charles's instructions and deleted it.
If Mark exposed Charles's secret now, the fallout would be bad.
Jesse: [Looking for a job or a friend?]
Mark: [For me.]
Jesse: [Did the Lancelot Group go bankrupt?]
Jesse: [Didn't you say you'd work until the Lancelot Group went bankrupt?]
Mark typed and deleted, unable to send anything.
Charles's matters couldn't be disclosed yet. There seemed to be secrets between him and Brian, too, but these were just suspicions.
Lost in thought, he changed the subject: [When does your annual meeting end?]
Jesse: [Eight in the evening, but there's a masked singles mixer upstairs, end time unknown.]
Mark was about to reply, "Okay," when he saw Jesse calling. "What's up with you?"
Even through the screen, Jesse sensed Mark's mood was off.
"Nothing much," Mark said, sitting on the sofa, hearing the keyboard clacking in the study. "Just a lot going on, a bit frustrating."
Jesse asked, "Want to drink?"
Mark said, "Yeah."
Jesse said, "Buy some and keep it at home; I'll come over after the party."
Mark smiled slightly and agreed. "Okay."
Jesse didn't chat much more; after making plans, he hung up. He figured he could use this chance to ask some questions.
Some things, Jesse felt, were still unclear.
The day flew by.
The evening's annual meeting went off without a hitch.
The raffle was the highlight, starting with the third prize and moving up. Each winner's announcement brought cheers and excitement.
When it came to the first prize, the atmosphere was electric.
Daphne and Benjamin stood in a hidden spot on the second floor, watching the lively scene below. Daphne asked, "Aren't you going down for the raffle?"
Benjamin said, "No."
"Why not?" Daphne asked.
"Though the prizes and money are plenty, they aren't what I want," Benjamin said, always indifferent to material things.
Daphne turned her head slightly, curious. "What do you want?"
"You," Benjamin blurted out, his deep eyes meeting hers with a hint of affection.
Daphne paused. For some reason, her heart was stirred by that single word.
Looking at the handsome and righteous Benjamin in front of her, Daphne's mind went blank for a moment.
She didn't know if it was the lively atmosphere below or the warm lighting, but Benjamin seemed more approachable than she remembered.
"Benjamin, you..." Daphne started.
Benjamin added, "Guess."
Daphne was confused. "Huh?"
"You guess," Benjamin said, completing the sentence.
Though he had spoken his true feelings, seeing Daphne's surprised reaction, he added a word to cover it up.
Daphne was good at everything, except she was slow when it came to feelings.
Daphne was momentarily confused and thought, 'Is Benjamin confessing to me?'
"I can't guess," Daphne said, pushing away her chaotic thoughts. "Just tell me directly. If it's something I can do, I'll give it to you."
"Really?" Benjamin raised an eyebrow, a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Daphne blinked, thinking, 'Why does Benjamin's gaze seem calculating?'
Without thinking much, she answered, "Really."
"Alright," Benjamin agreed, half-joking and half-serious. "When we get back tonight, we'll write it down to make sure you don't back out."
Daphne wondered if it was that serious to write it down.
"Benjamin," she suddenly doubted if she could give Benjamin what he wanted.
Benjamin placed his hand on the railing, looking at her sideways. "Hmm?"
"What you want isn't something from the National Museum or something else hard to get, right?" Daphne asked tentatively.
"No," Benjamin smiled, a healing and beautiful smile. "What I want is something I can almost see every day, but it's hard to get."
Daphne asked, "I can see it every day, too?"
Benjamin replied, "Almost."
"Do I need to put in a lot of effort or a long time to get it?" Daphne guessed, still wanting to give it to Benjamin.
"No," Benjamin's tone was casual, his eyes indifferent. "You can give it to me anytime, but if you want to give it to me willingly now, you probably can't, or it would be very difficult."
Daphne found this statement profound.
You could give it anytime, but willingly was difficult? Something you could almost see every day.
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