Chapter 338 I Don't Have a Dad
After speaking, he paused for a moment and then grinned.
"Dean, you're the best. Don't be mad. But Mommy told you to look after me before she left. If she finds out I'm in the Rainbow Federation, she might kill you. For both our sakes, you need to keep this a secret."
Before Dean could blow up, Benjamin quickly ended the video call.
He patted his chest with one hand, thinking, 'Sneaking out without my family knowing is indeed thrilling.'
His phone buzzed with messages from Dean, all of them scolding him.
Despite the scolding, at the bottom of the messages, Dean had transferred some money to Benjamin, telling him to have fun but come back soon.
Benjamin smiled and replied with an "ok," looking all innocent and well-behaved.
But as soon as he turned around, he switched accounts and muttered to himself, "Don't worry, Dean. I have more money than I can spend."
Benjamin had a lot of money in foreign bank accounts, but using it would alert Diana. So, for now, he had to earn his own.
After switching accounts, Benjamin sent a video to Stella's account.
It didn't take long for her to reply: [Where did you get this? Delete it immediately, or I'll sue you for invasion of privacy.]
Benjamin looked down, his expression innocent and cute.
[Do you think the police can find me? Stella, isn't it normal for you to be photographed? I'm sure many people took pictures of you today.]
Stella frowned, realizing she couldn't fool him. She quickly changed her tone.
[We're willing to buy it. How much for you to keep it a secret?]
Benjamin was very satisfied and immediately named a price.
[It's very cheap, just a hundred thousand dollars.]
For a celebrity's negative news, selling it for a hundred thousand dollars was indeed cheap.
But Stella felt a sense of being blackmailed. She continued: [How can you guarantee the video won't leak? Are you an airport employee? What's your employee number?]
Benjamin almost laughed out loud. Was Stella stupid? Who would use their real name online, waiting to be reported?
[Do you think I'm an idiot? Pay up, and I'll destroy the video. No money, and I'll sell it to someone else. You're a big star; plenty of people want your negative news.]
After sending that, Benjamin ignored any further messages from her.
Stella grew increasingly anxious. She had already spent a lot of money to suppress the news and didn't mind the extra hundred thousand, but she feared the other party wouldn't keep their word.
With no other options, Stella finally relented.
[Send me your account details.]
Benjamin grinned and quickly sent over the account information.
[Thanks for your patronage.]
Once the money was transferred, he pulled out his tablet and quickly operated it, showing a style reminiscent of Diana.
Half an hour later, Benjamin exhaled and sent Stella a message: [After-sales service completed. Thanks for your patronage.]
After that, he deleted and blocked her, and the account was deactivated, disappearing from the internet.
With everything done, Benjamin's stomach growled.
He turned and bought a hot dog from a nearby stand. Just as he was about to take a bite, a man in a suit walked by, talking on his phone.
The man didn't see Benjamin because he was too short, and he accidentally knocked the hot dog out of Benjamin's hand.
Benjamin's mood plummeted as he stared silently at the fallen hot dog.
The man in the suit finally noticed him and the sauce on his pants, realizing what had happened.
He bent down and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'll buy you another one. What flavor do you want?"
Seeing his face, Benjamin's frown suddenly relaxed, and he said, "Sir, you look like a friend of my mommy's."
Nolan was surprised by the comment and looked him over, finding him somewhat familiar. "Who's your mommy?"
Benjamin shook his head, not answering, and continued, "That man was a young assistant to the CEO but died suddenly from a brain disease."
A young CEO's assistant?
Nolan's mouth twitched. Why did it feel like Benjamin was talking about him?
But he didn't have any friends with kids this old.
While Nolan was lost in thought, Benjamin's eyes wandered to the luxury bags in his hand, and he asked, "Sir, are those for your girlfriend?"
Nolan, caught off guard, lifted the bags and shook his head, "No, my boss bought them. You know luxury brands?"
Benjamin nodded, "Of course. The letters are simple. Are they for your boss' girlfriend?"
Nolan, puzzled by his fixation on "girlfriend," nodded patiently, "Yes. What do you want to eat? I'll pay, and you can buy it yourself. Consider it my apology."
Benjamin pouted. So, they were for Stella? What a jerk. He never saw his jerk father buy anything for Diana.
'Stingy! Cheap! Jerk!' Benjamin mentally hurled every insult he knew at Charles.
After a moment, he pointed to the hot dog stand, "I want that one, but you have to buy it for me. I want the most deluxe one."
Nolan glanced at the stand. It wasn't expensive, but could such a small kid eat it all? He wondered but complied, even buying three to avoid any complaints.
Handing over a big bag of hot dogs, Nolan bent down, "You can share the other two with your friends or parents. I have to go."
Benjamin took a bite of one. It tasted good.
Watching Nolan's back, an interesting plan formed in his mind. His eyes sparkled as he left the mall.
Benjamin saw a homeless man sleeping on the street corner. He walked over and placed the hot dogs beside him.
Softly, he said, "I don't have a dad. These are for you."
At the Percy Group.
Stella's car stopped at the entrance. Wearing sunglasses, she walked into the lobby, flanked by her assistant and driver.
"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Percy."
At the front desk, she removed her sunglasses, revealing a radiant face.
The receptionist's eyes widened with excitement, "Stella! Oh my God, are you Stella?"
Her voice was loud, drawing a crowd.
Though they knew about Charles and Stella's engagement, seeing her in person was a first.
No wonder she was a top star; her beauty was on another level.
Stella smiled, used to the attention, and said, "Yes, it's me. I'm here to see Mr. Percy. Is he in?"
The receptionist nodded eagerly. "Yes, he is. I'll call the elevator for you."
She hesitated, then pulled out a notebook and pen, "Can I have your autograph?"
Stella, gracious and warm, signed the paper quickly, "Thank you."
She then took the elevator up.
The receptionist, thrilled, showed the autograph to her colleagues, "Oh my God! She's so beautiful and kind. No wonder Mr. Percy likes her. Even I'm smitten."
"She is beautiful, but she looks so familiar."
"Do you think so too?" someone said.
"Yes, I almost thought..."
They exchanged glances, understanding each other's thoughts.
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