Nelson suddenly looked up, staring at us in disbelief.
I continued helpfully, “If you don’t believe it, you can call and check right now.”
Nelson frantically pulled out his phone but found no signal.
I pretended to just realize something, smacking my forehead with a regretful look, “I’m sorry, I forgot the signal jammer is still
on.”
I signaled to the host, and after he left and returned, I continued, “Now you can make your call.”
Nelson took his phone and ran to the side to call.
Ben seemed to realize something, pointing at the host and suddenly asking, “How did you know there was a signal jammer here?
And why does he listen to you?”
“Yes, why indeed?”
I smiled slightly and said to Travis, “Honey, why do you think?”
“H–honey?”
Ben mumbled, his eyes moving back and forth between Travis and me, “What’s the relationship between you and Mr. Jefferson?”
“Married, of course,” said Travis in a cheerful tone.
‘I nodded, and Travis gave him a sincere smile.
“No wonder,” Ben slumped to the ground. “No wonder you defended her from the start. No wonder you wanted to clear her
name.”
He asked with a bitter smile, “This bidding conference today–it was all a trap you set, wasn’t it?”
I nodded.
Actually, today’s setup wouldn’t have affected my revenge plan, but Travis carefully arranged everything because he knew that
project bidding conference from three years ago was one of my worst nightmares.
The only mishap was running into those three outside the door, which almost made me late.
Ben asked again, “You’ve acquired Peterson Group. I suppose Turner Enterprises isn’t in a much better position, is it?”
Travis made a face, “I called you brainless, and you really are. Turner Enterprises belongs to my wife now–why would I harm
it?”
He pinched his thumb and index finger together to indicate a small amount, “I just bought shares from a few troublesome
stockholders, that’s all.”
Travis smiled, “I believe you’re the only one left with shares now!”
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Chapter 6
After confirming the truth, Ben surprisingly started to laugh.
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Sitting on the floor, he looked at me with a desperate expression, “Linda, I’m your brother. Why would you plot against me like
this?”
“Brother?” I pressed my lips together and asked, “Did you ever truly think of me as your sister?”
“How could you say I didn’t treat you like a sister?” he suddenly grew angry and began scolding me, “Don’t forget, after our parents died when you were little, who comforted you every night, made you laugh, and kept you company at meals?
“Without me as your brother, could you have grown up so
peacefully?”
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