In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Fake News

Yvonne was overjoyed. After so many years of waiting, Benjamin was finally hers. If he proposed to her right now, she would say yes immediately.

However, the star of the show still hadn’t raised his glass. If anything, his face was grim, and his moodiness was obvious as he pressed his l*ps together without saying a word.

The image of Grace leaving was still replaying in his mind. It refused to go away.

Celia noticed the awkward atmosphere and said, “Say something, Benjamin! It’s no fun if you don’t say anything.”

“Yeah, Benjamin. That jinx is gone now, so you should be the happiest one here. Why aren’t you smiling?” Susan asked.

Then, she looked at Yvonne with satisfaction. “All I want now is for you to marry Yvonne as

soon as possible, so I can have a grandson.”

Yvonne’s face flushed. “Benjamin and I would need time for that, Mrs. Hawkins.”

Benjamin scanned the three of them before replying in a cold, aloof tone, “No one should tell

Grandma about my divorce.”

Yvonne froze. What did he mean? Didn’t he plan on marrying her? Was her baby going to be a

bastard child now?

With tears in her eyes, she asked, “What about me and the baby, Benjamin?”

She put a hand on her belly as a single tear fell onto her clothes.

Benjamin took a deep breath to rein in his irritation. He replied, “I’ll take care of that. I have something to attend to, so I’m going up.”

With that, he left the three of them to go upstairs alone.

Yvonne sat in her chair for a long while, still unable to react.

So he still hadn’t forgotten that woman! Rage and resentment flashed across her eyes.

“I’ll show you, Grace Lewis!” she thought.

Meanwhile, Susan and Celia hastily came over to comfort her. “No one’s happy after a divorce, Yvonne, not even Benjamin. We need to cut him some slack.”

“Yeah, Yvonne. I like you the best. Benjamin’s just a little traumatized after that last marriage. That’s why he didn’t say he would marry you,” Celia said.

“He will probably come back with a bouquet in a few days,” she added. Neither she nor Susan

The next morning, Grace was looking through some paperwork when Emily shoved the door to her office open.

“Babe! That idiot, Benjamin, is about to piss me off to death!”

Grace was confused. “What happened?”

Emily gave Grace her phone. When she saw the screen, mockery flashed across her face. “He sure knows how to spin a tale.”

All the headlines screamed in red font, “Gold Digger Strikes Rich Before Cheating; Cinderella’s Glass Sl*pper Shatters”.

Basically, the article said that a certain rich president had been secretly married for three years, then divorced his wife.

The wife had been his secretary and mistress before they married.

But her greed had prompted her to meet a rich Darai man during a business trip. After that, she had dumped the president.

Not only that, but she had also leaked the company’s resources to someone else and demanded a cut of the billionaire president’s assets.

There was even a photo of her meeting the Darai business partner, taken at an angle that made it look like they were k*ssing.

There were many comments below the article, all from Grace’s haters.

“Shameless! How can a cheater like her ask for a piece of his fortune?” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I heard that the president is actually Benjamin Hawkins of Hawkins Group. That cheating secretary is Grace Lewis!”

“I knew that b*tch was a schemer. Roast her, girls!”

“That backstabbing idiot! He’s playing d*rty right after the divorce!” Emily said through gritted teeth.

When she turned to look at Grace, she noticed her friend was calmly scrolling through the

comments.

Then, Grace said casually, “Photos as evidence and simple language. Not bad for a tabloid

article.”

Emily was caught off guard so much that she laughed. “How optimistic of you.”

At that moment, one of Grace’s other friends, Zoey Walters, called her.

“Ladies, I’ve just checked that article about Grace. Some woman called Yvonne Quine paid for it. What is it with you and her?”

Grace scoffed. “So it was her.”

“Do you need me to take it down?” Zoey asked.

As editor-in-chief of Global Entertainment Magazine, also known as GEM Magazine, she had a lot of influence in the industry.

Grace’s

gaze was frosty. “No need. It’s no fun taking it down without a fuss. We need to fight back openly.”