Chapter 816
Chapter 816:
So, in a low voice, she toyed nervously with her ring and said, “Tell me what to do p>
Bella nodded and explained, “The Norman Group’s anniversary ceremony is in a few days. Mr. Benton will definitely be there. You’ll seize the opportunity then p>
“Yes… we can do that,” Heather murmured, nodding pensively.
“We’ll do it cleanly and quietly, so Mr. Benton won’t suspect a thing.” Once Heather agreed, Bella smiled and spoke with growing confidence.
“We’ll tip off the reporters. Before you know it, rumors about you and Mr. Benton will be all over the internet. He won’t have a choice but to marry you p>
“What if he still refuses?” Heather bit her lower lip, unease flickering across her face.
“He won’t be able to,” Bella said firmly. “After something that intimate, he won’t have room to refuse. And given how prominent the Benton family is, they won’t allow themselves to be humiliated p>
Heather let out a heavy sigh, then nodded. “Even if he refuses to marry me, my grandfather won’t let him off the hook. My family may not be as powerful as his, but we’re still one of the most influential families in Douburgh. If Rupert doesn’t do right by me, my family will force him p>
“Don’t worry, Heather. It’ll work,” Bella said, puffing out her chest proudly. “Congratulations, Heather. You’ll soon be Mrs. Benton p>
Those words seemed to settle Heather’s nerves. She smiled brightly, patted Bella’s hand, and said, “Don’t worry, Bella. Once I get what I want, I’ll treat you well p>
“Thank you, Heather!” Bella beamed.
Heather was already counting down the days to the anniversary.
This time, she was going to gamble everything.
No matter what it took, she would become Rupert’s wife—the future hostess of the Benton family.
She was done waiting for that arrogant man to finally see she belonged to him. It didn’t matter what she did or how she did it, as long as she claimed the prize in the end.
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Rupert was the prize.
Besides, with such careful planning, how could she fail?
She would drug herself too—so he would see her as a victim as well. If she claimed they had both been framed, and even named a culprit, Rupert wouldn’t blame her. He would have no reason to hate her.
She had thought through every detail. Now she only had to wait for the day to arrive.
In the CEO office of the Benton Group, Finley knocked on Rupert’s door, a document in hand.
“Come in,” Rupert said from inside.
Finley pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Sir, you need to sign this p>
Rupert looked up, took the document with a nod, and skimmed through it. When he reached the last page, he signed on the line provided.
“Also, sir, this is the Norman family’s invitation.” Finley produced a red invitation card trimmed in gold and handed it to Rupert. “The Norman Group will be celebrating its fiftieth anniversary the night after tomorrow p>