Chapter 14 Spoiled His Wife

Jeremy rushed in first. Seeing that Queenie's head was very close to the strange man, he instantly became furious.
"Queenie! What the hell are you doing? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Carter!"
After the voice fell, Jeremy bent over like a dog and welcomed Gerald in.
Immediately afterward, three bodyguards also walked in and blocked the door with their backs.
Seeing this, Benoit restrained himself and adjusted his glasses on his nose, reminding himself of his image at this moment. But his eyes behind the lenses were extremely vicious.
When he saw Jeremy pointing at Queenie rudely, Benoit wished he could stand up and break Jeremy's finger off.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't let this damn thing ruin his image.
Jeremy, who had no idea that he was almost dead in Benoit's eyes, glared at Queenie, who was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"Hurry up. Come here and apologize. Why are you still standing there?"
After the voice fell, Jeremy took a chair for Gerald to sit down.
Gerald settled into his chair with a domineering air, propping up one leg and giving Queenie a leering look.
Queenie was so angry that she was going to explode!
Before she could speak, Benoit pressed the back of her hand and asked in a cold voice, "May I ask what my wife did wrong and need to apologize?"
Jeremy pointed to Gerald's head. "Why? She smashed Mr. Carter's head like this, and do you think she doesn't need to apologize?"
Jeremy didn't know Benoit, so he didn't pay attention to him at all, and the look in his eyes when talking to Benoit was extremely contemptuous.
Gerald frowned but quickly suppressed his displeasure at the thought of being able to hold the little beauty later.
Benoit glanced at Gerald's head and said casually, "Oh, that's a pity. Why didn't you die from the blow? My wife is a very kind-hearted person. The only person who could make her angry enough to smash someone's head must have committed a heinous crime."
Queenie was slightly taken aback when she heard this.
She didn't expect Benoit to speak for her.
From childhood to adulthood, no matter what she encountered, she fought alone. It got better after meeting Macy.
"Hey, apologize right now. We're talking about smashing Mr. Carter's head. Can you two stop flirting in front of us?"
Jeremy was given the cold shoulder, so he angrily kicked the table in front of him.
The teapot on the table slid straight towards Benoit's side and finally fell to the ground, almost scalding Benoit.
"Jeremy Lorente!" Seeing this, Queenie was so angry that she almost shouted, "How shameless are you! Why didn't you tell me? Why should I hit him on the head?"
"Shut up! I am your brother. How dare you address me by my name? Come and apologize to Mr. Carter and say some kind words. Otherwise, you'll only embarrass yourself more in front of this man! Or..."
Jeremy paused intentionally. "Or do you want me to say why you smashed Mr. Carter's head in front of this man?"
Queenie was embarrassed to the extreme at his words.
Gerald lightly coughed and patted his thigh.
"Take a seat and address me as 'big bro.' If you apologize, I might just forgive you and move on from this."
Queenie stared fiercely at Gerald.
Gerald noticed that Queenie was not willing to comply, and a lecherous smirk appeared on his face as he teased.
"Or do you want me to tell this loser how I touched your leg, and you smashed my head?"
"You have no shame!" Queenie's eyes fixed fiercely on Jeremy and Gerald.
Gerald acted nonchalant and turned to Benoit. "Hey, you wheelchair-bound coward. How come you didn't react when you heard me touching your wife's leg?"
As the words fell, Queenie immediately protected Benoit and firmly said, "My husband is not a coward! Even if he is not physically able, he is still better than you two perverted people! People like you don't deserve to live in this world!"
Benoit sat behind Queenie, his long eyes showing a hint of coldness.
The fire in his blood raged on, consuming him from the inside out.
They were also clamoring!
He hadn't been like this for a long time, so eager to just ignore everything and kill someone!
Fortunately, Queenie's words "husband" pulled back some of his sanity.
He only calmed down when he heard Queenie protecting him so much.
Benoit was trying to calm himself down and didn't want to reveal his true identity in front of Queenie. But Jeremy thought he was a complete coward, and he couldn't resist sneering in contempt.
"Look at you. What kind of person are you following? Your wife was bullied, but you didn't even make a sound."
"Jeremy, who I married is none of your business! Anyway, I did nothing wrong, and I will not apologize! Now please leave immediately, and do not affect my husband and me from having dinner!"
"If we don't leave, what can you do?" Gerald took out a cigarette and turned to Queenie, not too serious. "Not only will we not leave, but you won't be able to leave either. You have to apologize in front of your cowardly husband today. You have to serve me well and let me vent my anger before you can leave."
As he spoke, Gerald looked at the bodyguards as if everything was under his control.
Queenie was so infuriated by these shameless comments that she exploded. "You guys are so domineering. Aren't you afraid of me calling the police?"
"Call the police?" Gerald smiled. "What are you suing me? Sue me for wanting to fuck you? The location is in your room. I can say that you invited me to your house.
"Besides, your parents and your brother can testify that it was you who actively seduced me. When your seduction failed, you turned around and slandered me. As for the security guard here, they're from your family. What does that have to do with me?"
Queenie was so angry that she almost burst into tears when she looked at Jeremy's silence.
The home was always a person's source of confidence!
Her family didn't support her, so no wonder these outsiders would bully her like this!
At this moment, Benoit, who had figured out the whole story, raised his eyes indifferently, and his voice was icy to the extreme.
"Oh, so you bullied her like this?"
"What does it matter if we're bullying you? What can a cripple like you do to us? We have three bodyguards here, and there are five of us in total. Even if you could stand up, you wouldn't stand a chance against us."
As he spoke, Gerald stood up and walked towards Benoit with great strides.
Benoit looked at Gerald as if he was looking at a dead person and said calmly, "What if I said I can crush you to death without standing up?"
"Haha." Gerald smiled. "This is probably the funniest joke I've heard this year."
With his voice trailing off, Gerald leaned in close to Benoit's face with a sly grin and whispered, "Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, your wife's legs are quite slippery..."
Before he finished speaking, Benoit grabbed his head, which had little hair, and slammed it against the wall with a loud bang.
His other hand quickly picked up a glass on the table and smashed it, pressing the sharp edge against the carotid artery on Gerald's neck.
The action was so fast that everyone presents couldn't react.
Queenie didn't even see how Benoit made the move but felt inexplicably satisfied.
And Gerald was hit on the head and even forgot to react for a moment, and he wailed when the cold glass shards touched his neck.
"Ah, my head hurts... what are you doing? Go get him."
"Shh, don't get excited. Once the carotid artery is cut, even a doctor can't save you." Benoit spoke gently, with a slight bend in his mouth, and with the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked like he was seriously discussing something with someone.
Although what he said sounded gentle, he didn't loosen his grip on Gerald's head at all. Instead, he looked at Queenie with a heartfelt expression.
"Honey..." Benoit called out with a bit of grievance. "I didn't want to use violence, but this person is just too infuriating. Don't be angry with me, okay?"