Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Late Night Departure In the study.

The computer screen in front of Benjamin was constantly lit.

However, his mind was not here at all. Despite a pop-up for a video conference appearing, Benjamin remained in a daze.

In recent days, a noticeable change had cover him, leaving him truly disoriented and unsettled.

As he reflected on the day, when he had delved into Martina’s past experiences, he couldn’t shake off the realization that she had been mistreated by almost everyone around her. Whether they were familiar faces, friends, family, or other relationships, none of them had treated Martina with kindness. In fact, there was an unsettling undercurrent of inexplicable dislike directed towards her.

Yet Martina never mentioned any of this to him. She always kept silent and swallowed her frustrations.

If Benjamin hadn’t personally investigated, perhaps he would still be in the dark.

According to Simon’s account, Benjamin was consumed by anger when he learned. about Martina’s experiences. Reflecting on his unintentional touch earlier in the day, which had triggered such a strong reaction from Martina, he couldn’t help but wonder if his ignorance, inaction, and subsequent disappointment had contributed to her current state.

Benjamin rubbed his temples. Sthings ultimately required making schanges. Checking the time, Benjamin realized it was already midnight. He left the study and made his way into Martina’s bedroom.

As soon as he entered, he noticed that only a dim night light was on, and Martina was already sound asleep, hugging a pillow.

Martina, who used to cling to him and fall asleep in his embrace regardless of the time, had ultimately disappeared.

Benjamin seemed to have pondered something, but in the end, he didn’t stay in the room. Instead, he walked out again.

He took out his phone, put on a clean windbreaker, and left without looking back, accompanied by Leslie.

Simon was already asleep, and Benjamin didn’t call for him.

Leslie, driving the car, didn’t know what Benjamin was up to. He looked at Benjamin through the rearview mirror and asked, “Boss, where are we going next?”

Leslie remained in a drowsy state and had no idea what Benjamin was up to. Benjamin didn’t say a word; he just instructed Leslie to keep driving forward.

As tpassed, they arrived at the rooftop of a large upscale bar. Only individuals of high status had the possibility of accessing this place.

As Benjamin had notified them, one person after another began to arrive.

Among them, Adam was the first to arrive, holding two bottles of fine wine in his hands, clearly prepared for the occasion. Accompanying Adam were others, sof whom were his closest companions.

These individuals mostly relied on their influential backgrounds and acted lawlessly. They considered themselves superior, looking down on everyone else, but in reality, their personal abilities were quite mediocre. Especially when compared to someone like Benjamin, they were completely outmatched. It was like the difference between a PhD graduate and a kid in kindergarten, no comparison at all.

But that clearly wasn’t the main point.

Adam sat across from Benjamin with a cheerful smile, seemingly quite happy.

Benjamin had been busy and hadn’t had tto hang out with these “friends” since he returned. No wonder they were so excited.

Now that Benjamin took the initiative to invite them, even though it was late at night, many people hurriedly ctogether. Especially one person who was already sleeping with his new girlfriend but still got dressed and drove over.

Benjamin held high position in their hearts, one that absolutely could not be shaken by

anyone!

“Benjamin, I almost forgot when was the last twe got together for drinks. You finally took the initiative to invite us,” said Adam, in high spirits, opened the bottle of wine. and enthusiastically poured a glass for Benjamin.

Benjamin didn’t say much from beginning to end, at most, he just gave a stingy look, but that was about it.

“By the way, that woman I saw last twho looks like Martina, is she really Martina?” Adam asked. ‘Is she crazy? How dare she go to such a far place alone, and by ship! Is she out of her mind from tto time?”

Even in front of Benjamin, Adam had no filter in his speech, clearly not taking Martina seriously.

The others chimed in, “Exactly, Martina is always causing trouble.”

“She said she was going to leave this time, right? How cI heard she cback? | knew she wouldn’t last more than a month before eagerly returning. I was right!”

These people kept on babbling about Martina, as if they had turned it into skind of

amusement.

Unfortunately, for Benjamin, this was not something to be happy about.

Even Leslie clenched his fist. So, this was the reason why Miss Martinez wanted to

leave?

These people, as friends around the boss, regardless of the depth or shallowness of their relationships, were merely coincidentally connected to the bos5.

However, this kind of relationship had absolutely nothing to do with Martina. Were they Indirectly slapping the boss in the face?

Leslie didn’t know what the boss was up to before, but now he probably had a guess.

He silently stood behind the boss, saying rigthing As an efficient subordinate, he must possess the ability to minimize his presence, take action when necessary, and vanish when

appropriate, leaving no room for ambiguity

Adam took a sip of his drink, saying to himself, “Of course, that materialistic woman, how could she bear to leave Benjamin? She’s just fooling around!”

“Benjamin,” he said, “Just let her go. We’re not even from the sworld as her.”

“It’s clear that people from different circles shouldn’t force themselves together. She doesn’t get it, but you do. I actually think my sister is pretty great…”

Clearly, Adam didn’t know what happened between Amy and Benjamin. If he knew, he probably wouldn’t dare to say such things. Even at this point, he wanted to pave the way for his sister. In a certain aspect, he could be considered a good brother.

However, Adam’s personality was bad, and his way of handling things was even worse.

No one truly liked this kind of person.

Benjamin’s eyes flickered, revealing a profound darkness within them. If there was anything that exuded the coldest aura in this room, it would be Benjamin.