Chapter 16 PDA

"This is our matter, and we will handle it ourselves. This meal is on us. We would like to thank Mr. Duke for helping us resolve the situation just now."
Queenie was not like Jeremy, and she would not kiss any powerful people's asses.
After a pause, she got up and said seriously, "Also, although my husband has lost power now, he is older than you. If you don't want to treat him as your older brother now, please at least call him Mr. Clancy."
When Benoit heard her words, approval flashed in his eyes.
No wonder she was the woman he fell in love with, she was indeed different from ordinary women!
As for these words she said to protect him, Benoit found them pleasant to hear.
But Shipley wanted to cry.
He didn't want to be a bad guy in front of Queenie either!
But he had to help Benoit to keep his persona.
Queenie didn't look at Shipley's complex expression and directly pushed Benoit out of the room.
As soon as they took a few steps, Manley rushed over after receiving the message.
According to Benoit's order earlier, Manley said, "Mr. Clancy, there are just a few business partners here, so they want to meet you and talk about cooperation."
Before Benoit could speak, Queenie thoughtfully said, "Then you go. I can go shopping by myself and take a taxi back."
"No." Benoit refused.
Queenie was taken aback for a moment and then heard him say, "It's dangerous to take a taxi by yourself. I'll ask the driver from the Clancy Villa to wait downstairs. If you want to go back later, you can call him and ask him to pick you up at the main entrance. You can shop as long as you want."
Shipley was speechless.
Sometimes when they were drinking, he didn't want his family driver to stay up late with him, so he would take a taxi or ask for a substitute driver. Why didn't he think that was dangerous?
So hypocritical?
Just as Queenie wanted to say no need, Benoit said in a gentle voice, "Honey, just listen to me. Don't make me worry."
"All right then." Queenie pursed her lips, handed Benoit's wheelchair to Manley, and said, "Manley, please take care of him."
After speaking, Queenie left with her bag.
Benoit looked at the back of Queenie leaving, his face became completely cold, and he glanced sideways at Manley.
"Find someone to protect Queenie secretly. Don't let those scumbags bother her again!"
"Okay," Manley replied.
When Queenie was gone, Benoit glanced at Shipley and Manley.
"Go and find out which room Jeremy and that scumbag went to."
That voice seemed to be wrapped in frost, making Shipley and Manley couldn't help but shiver.
Soon, Manley found the room booked by Jeremy and pushed Benoit over.
Shipley also hurriedly followed to watch the show.
When the box door was pushed open, Jeremy was not inside. Gerald, who was eating a king crab, was taken aback and was about to get angry. When he saw the person coming, his expression changed again.
"Mr. Duke? Didn't you just say that this matter was done?"
"I don't have the final say on this." Shipley smiled, pulled a chair, and sat down. Then, he grabbed a handful of nuts on the table and ate them.
"However, don't worry. I won't interfere in your affairs. I just came to see the show."
Gerald understood what Shipley meant, so he was not so scared immediately.
He glanced at the bodyguards behind him, seeing there were three of them! Queenie's disabled husband was only alone, so Gerald thought he had the upper hand anyway. Then, he leisurely continued to take the food on the table and started eating.
"Tell me. What do you want from me? If you want to ask for money, there is no way. I haven't..."
Before he finished speaking, Benoit gave Manley a wink, and Manley stepped forward.
With one move, Gerald's jaw was dislocated.
His mouth was crooked, unable to utter a complete sentence because of pain.
He could only squint at the bodyguard, drooling and uttering vague syllables.
"You! Why are you still standing? What are you doing?"
The three bodyguards came to their senses and surrounded them together.
Before they got close to Benoit, Manley threw all three of them to the ground in an instant. They couldn't stand up and could only wail in pain.
It was only now that Gerald realized that he had encountered a difficult one, and he began to get scared. He looked at Manley approaching him in horror. "You... You... What do you want?"
Manley quickly untied Gerald's belt and tied his hands behind the back of the chair tightly.
Gerald was so frightened that he struggled violently.
"Help! Help, Mr. Duke. Save me! You! What do you want to do? Aren't you afraid that I'll call the police?"
Gerald was drooling as he spoke, looking embarrassed.
Benoit pushed the wheelchair close to him, and his eyes fell on Gerald's lap. Then, Benoit smiled elegantly. "You wanted my wife to sit here, right?"
Gerald met his cold eyes with a smile that couldn't reach his eyes, and Gerald's scalp went numb in an instant. He kept shaking his head. "No!"
Before he finished speaking, Benoit directly took the kettle with boiling water and put it on his lap.
There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt flesh seemed to be in the air.
"Ouch! Hot! Hot! Hot!"
Gerald shouted at the top of his voice.
He screamed hard, pulled his dislocated jaw, and almost passed out from the pain.
Shipley was eating nuts, shaking his head.
Alas, why would this man provoke Benoit?
The kettle was still placed on Gerald's thigh. After the initial pain, his thigh was numb now, and he felt nothing.
Gerald seemed to have gone through purgatory. His eyes were dull, and he was tired.
"Tell me. Which hand touched her?" Benoit pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, raised his lips, and smiled, with a refined and polite appearance.
Gerald knew that this person was a devil in human skin!
He wouldn't answer the question, so he just stared at Benoit.
"Don't want to say it?" Benoit rubbed his fingers along the edge of the crystal ashtray on the table twice and said in a negotiating tone, "That's fine. Since you don't want to say it, I will destroy both your hands."
After saying that, Manley immediately untied the belt that bound Gerald and pressed Gerald's two hands firmly on the table.
Gerald was terrified and shouted, "Help! Help! Don't do it."
In the next moment, two warm towels covered the back of his hands, which felt quite comfortable. Gerald was taken aback for a moment and looked at Benoit in confusion.
Benoit smiled and explained patiently, "I'm afraid your blood will splash on me. My wife doesn't like the smell of blood."
Gerald's eyes widened in horror in an instant. What kind of devil was he?
Before he had time to say anything, Benoit picked up the crystal ashtray and slammed it on the back of Gerald's hand twice!
The pain from the shattered bones in his hand rushed straight to his head, and he passed out within a second.
Benoit threw away the ashtray in his hand in disgust and glanced at Manley.
Manley was going to push him immediately.
Shipley came over knowingly, smiled, and said courteously, "Allow me!"
Before Shipley could get close to Benoit, Benoit kicked him on the calf. The pain was so painful, and Benoit's gentle voice sounded in Shipley's ears.
"Don't bother, my dude."
Shipley was speechless.
''How could this person be so petty?
Did his wife know?'
Of course, Shipley didn't dare to say this, and he could only keep it in his heart. Then, he limped and followed them out of the room.
...
On the other side, after Queenie separated from Benoit, she went to the bathroom of the mall first.
As soon as she walked in, she heard two ladies discussing bags while washing their hands.
"Lilith, your bag is really pretty."
"This is the limited edition."
"I really envy you. You can use different bags every day. Your husband must give you a lot of pocket money every month."
"Of course. He has never limited my expenses."
Queenie was not interested in things like bags, nor was she interested in the topic of the two of them, so she walked over to wash her hands, but when she saw the person in front of her, she was suddenly taken aback.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Pollard's mother!