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

Chapter 70: This Was Simply A Battlefield

Could it be that her son no longer believed in her?

The moment this possibility crossed Elizabeth’s mind, her face instantly darkened, and she wished she could just drag Martina off the bed right now and throw her out.

Unfortunately, Leslie was still present, so Elizabeth couldn’t openly express her true feelings too obviously.

In the end, Elizabeth could only forcefully suppress her inner anger and disappear from the room.

According to Benjamin’s wishes, it was best for Elizabeth not to go upstairs. She could freely command downstairs.

It didn’t matter what she did, but the second floor belonged to Martina, and Benjamin didn’t want anyone to disturb her and risk provoking her discontent.

Martina was already unhappy about being forcibly brought back, and if someone deliberately caused trouble in front of her, it would definitely backfire.

Benjamin now valued Martina’s feelings a lot, and naturally, he wouldn’t allow anyone to bully her in his presence, not even her own mother.

In fact, to put it plainly, Benjamin was trying to make amends. Regardless of the outcome, he wanted to take action first, or else he would feel very uneasy.

Leslie watched Elizabeth leave, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. This was simply a battlefield.

When Elizabeth left, the look in her eyes seemed like she wanted to kill. Had he offended Elizabeth?

Leslie deeply regretted it now. He would rather engage in a bloody battle with someone. for several days than endure such a stifling atmosphere here.

Unfortunately, this was ultimately the boss’s decision, and no matter how dissatisfied Leslie felt, he couldn’t change the situation.

enduring, he didn’t

closed the door for Martina and added, “Miss Martinez, rest well. If there’s anything else, just call me. I’ll be at

Martina didn’t say anything.

she had been so unreasonable, could Benjamin still tolerate it? After all,

that the incident about her almost falling out with

had not been sufficient. She needed to devise a plan to make Benjamin become more repulsed by

…

bit drowsy. As she continued to think, she unknowingly

up again, it was already

as if there were

outsiders would enter this villa because Benjamin had agermophobia and didn’t like

If she wanted to socialize with others, she had to leave home and go outside. Otherwise, it

off. She decided to step

quite unexpected when Martina took a look. Downstairs, there was an automatic mahjong table set

figures, were sitting around the mahjong table, dressed in glamorous attire, playing the game. Among them was

why Elizabeth did this-it

desired outcome from her confrontation with Martina, she

blind eye to it. His temper was even more resilient than Martina had anticipated. He appeared to possess the

it. Was this really Benjamin? Normally,

happened to see Leslie bringing some

asked, “Would you like to have some fruits? These are freshly flown-in fruits, they

glanced at them. They were just some very fresh grapes that looked delicious, but she didn’t

“No, thanks.” Then her gaze

corner of her mouth, and she proactively glanced at Leslie, saying, “So, Benjamin only told you to keep an eye on me and not let me leave, but he didn’t restrict my freedom to do whatever I