Chapter 61 Getting Caught Pretending to Be Poor!

Benoit's Twitter Moments, with today's date written: We went on a blind date.

A group of executives below were shocked.

It really was a blind date!

Queenie smiled and was about to exit Twitter Moments when she saw that Manley had also posted a Twitter Moment, accompanied by a photo of "General".

“Took General for a makeover, it refused. Couldn't help it, had to get Benoit to do it. Today, is General cute?”

Shipley was the first to comment: Shit! What did General do to offend the mistress?

Shipley: Haha, I need to save this. Next time General tries to bully me, I'll show it the enlarged photo to disgust it!

Queenie wasn't Shipley's WhatsApp friend, so naturally she couldn't see his comment.

She only glanced at General…

Looking at the photos, Queenie couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Benoit must have done this for her, she thought.

The idea of someone going out of their way to please her made Queenie's lips curl up, and she had a blissful night's sleep.

The next day, Benoit woke up at half past five, secretly exercising in his bedroom.

He was always disciplined and had certain requirements for his physique.

Moreover, after reading Shipley's love plan, he felt even more that having abs was important.

In critical moments, they could be used for seduction.

After completing a series of exercises, Benoit wheeled himself out of the room.

Soon, Manley entered with breakfast and quickly reported that Queenie, was still in bed.

"Benoit, last night our people tortured three nameless pawns by plucking their hair strand by strand. They were in excruciating pain but still refused to identify Daniel. I suspect that Daniel promised them that if they got caught without ratting him out, their debts would be forgiven. This is his usual modus operandi."

"Hmm," Benoit responded nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee.

He gazed deeply out of the floor-to-ceiling window. "The robbery hasn't been successful yet, and they know that even if they're sentenced, it won't be too severe. They weigh their options and choose the lighter one. It's not surprising that they're doing this. Keep a close eye on Daniel."

"Yes."

As Manley finished speaking, Queenie walked out and appeared visibly surprised to see him.

"Mr. Foster, so early?"

"Queenie, I've come to bring you breakfast and some food for General as well."

Queenie went into the kitchen, took out the thawed meat she had prepared the night before, quickly cooked it, and served it. She raised it up and said, "Next time, you don't need to go out of your way to bring food for General. I can make it for him."

With that, Queenie took out a clean bowl, poured the meat into it, and turned to Manley. "I did some research before going to bed last night. Dogs can't have salt in their food. You can rest assured. I can take care of General."

Saying that, Queenie pushed the dog bowl forward, her eyes fixed on General expectantly. "Go ahead, eat."

General lazily glanced at the pork in the bowl, showing no interest in eating it.

Queenie's smile froze, and she looked at Manley, confused.

"Queenie, let me take care of it. General only eats Paris beef flown in daily by a private jet from France."

"Paris beef?" Queenie's expression showed surprise. That beef was expensive!

"Yes, and it has to be fresh and flown in. If it's been more than 8 hours, General won't eat it."

Queenie widened her eyes.

Was this dog really that picky?

Manley skillfully started frying the steak. "And General only eats steak from this particular place. The beef has to have a minimum 60% content. If it's below that, it won't eat it."

"During the process of frying the steak, it must be cooked medium rare."

Queenie couldn't believe it. "Mr. Foster, are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, it's probably a case of a dog resembling its owner. General has the same temperament and eating habits as Benoit, especially picky," replied Manley.

Benoit was speechless.

After speaking, Manley keenly sensed a slight chill in the air and quickly defended himself, "Queenie, what I mean is that pets resemble their owners. General also has a taste just like Benoit!"

Queenie thought to herself, "Does that mean the same thing?"

Initially, Queenie was still skeptical.

However, when she saw Manley cut the steak into small pieces and place them in a special dog bowl he had brought, General quickly wagged his tail and started eating. That's when she believed!

So, she gave Benoit a meaningful glance.

"Honey, imported Parisian beef flown in on a private jet every day must be expensive, right? Is this what you had leftover from your previous earnings?"

Manley's heart skipped a beat!

Oh no!

He had said too much!

He quickly responded, "Of course! Benoit used to be very wealthy. Everything was pre-ordered for several years. This Parisian beef has been ordered for fifty years, and paid in full! General will never finish eating it!"

Upon hearing the word "finish", General suddenly snarled at Manley!

After a few snarls, he continued eating his Parisian beef.

Queenie glanced at Benoit and asked, "Is what he said true?"

Benoit nodded.

"So, you really don't have money now?"

"Not as much as before," Benoit calmly replied.

"Oh, so General is benefiting from your past wealth," Queenie continued nodding.
Benoit nodded again.

"So, while we are raising a dog and having Parisian beef flown in on a private jet, our future children will only be able to live an ordinary life with you. In other words, the esteemed Benoit's children will be worse off than a dog? Is that what you mean?"

Benoit was speechless.

Manley thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

Queenie, I applaud you in my mind!

Seeing Benoit's expression, Queenie couldn't help but smirk.

Hmph, she really thought she was stupid! If she still believed that Benoit was broke, then she would be too foolish!

However, it was not difficult to understand.

Benoit, who had been an influential figure in Coast City, was no fool. Even if he stepped down from his position, he definitely had a Plan B.

At this point, Queenie couldn't be bothered to expose him. After all, she was not against the wealthy and wanted to live a good life. Nobody wanted to live in poverty.

Queenie sat at the dining table and opened the breakfast that Manley had brought. After looking at it, she was momentarily stunned.

"This... why is it similar to the breakfast the previous nanny used to bring to the house..."

Mr. Manley nodded, "It's the nanny from Clancy Villa who made it. Benoit was worried that the nanny cooking breakfast would disturb your rest, so he had her come to my apartment to cook. After she's done, I'll bring it over."

Queenie's heart warmed instantly, she didn't expect Benoit to be so considerate and thoughtful.

Casually, she asked, "Mr. Foster, where do you live?"

"I also live in this community. In the early years, Benoit bought me a small apartment in the community so that it would be convenient for me to come over in the morning," Mr. Manley said, a little embarrassed.

Benoit gave him a deep look.

Queenie hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's alright, no need to explain. This must be something Benoit bought with the money he made before."

Mr. Manley chuckled a few times. "Queenie is right."

After finishing breakfast, Queenie left home.

Just as she stepped out, she received a text message from Benoit: “Honey, I was wrong.”

While waiting for the elevator, Queenie replied, “What's wrong?”

Benoit: “I made a mistake by confusing ‘my idea of being poor’ with ‘your idea of being poor.’"

Queenie was speechless.

Benoit: “I didn't deceive you, Honey. My wealth has indeed greatly decreased, probably by half, making me much poorer than before.”

Queenie thought, "I was too narrow-minded."

Benoit: “Of course, this money is still enough for our child to live better than General.”

Queenie suddenly realized that she couldn't argue with Benoit.

Without replying, she walked straight into the elevator.

Not long after, her phone rang.

Queenie answered, and from the phone, she heard a sobbing voice.

"Queenie, please forgive Pollard. I was genuinely upset last night and couldn't sleep a wink.”

“Queenie, it's all my fault! You can hit me or scold me, just don't ignore Pollard."

Queenie felt a bit annoyed. "Emily, is this enough? Please don't call me from different phone numbers anymore. If we need to talk about this matter, it should be between Pollard and me. It's our business."

"No, Queenie, I understand if you blame me. Can I just kneel down for you? I'll make a video call. Please pick up. I'll kneel down for you to see."

As the voice fell, Queenie could hear Pollard's voice getting closer and closer on the other end of the phone.

"Emily, what are you doing? Why are you kneeling?"