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

Chapter 70

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.

Apart from silently enduring, he didn’t have any better ideas.

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

Martina didn’t say anything.

Even though she had been so unreasonable, could Benjamin still tolerate it? After all, it was Benjamin’s own mother.

Martina had no doubt that the incident about her almost falling out with Elizabeth would soon reach Benjamin’s ears.

It appeared that her previous actions had not been sufficient. She needed to devise a plan to make Benjamin become more repulsed by her at a faster pace.

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Perhaps due to her bad mood, Martina was feeling a bit drowsy. As she continued to think, she unknowingly fell asleep.

When Martina woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Faintly, she could hear voices downstairs as if there were other people present.

Normally, very few outsiders would enter this villa because Benjamin had agermophobia and didn’t like having too many people in his home.

Even Elizabeth was the same. If she wanted to socialize with others, she had to leave home and go outside. Otherwise, it would only displease Benjamin.

Martina’s eyebrows twitched slightly, feeling that something was off. She decided to step out and take a look.

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

Several women, who seemed to be influential figures, were sitting around the mahjong table, dressed in glamorous attire, playing the game. Among them was Elizabeth.

Martina could roughly guess why Elizabeth did this-it was probably a disguised provocation.

Since Elizabeth didn’t get the desired outcome from her confrontation with Martina, she decided to express her dissatisfaction to Benjamin in this manner.

However, even so, Benjamin seemed to turn a blind eye to it. His temper was even more resilient than Martina had anticipated. He appeared to possess the patience of a saint.

Honestly, Martina couldn’t believe it. Was this really Benjamin? Normally, hen would explode at the slightest provocation.

Martina’s eyes rolled, and she happened to see Leslie bringing some fresh fruits.

Seeing that she was awake, Leslie politely asked, “Would you like to have some fruits? These are freshly flown-in fruits, they taste amazing. They were specially prepared by the boss for you.”

Martina glanced at them. They were just some very fresh grapes that looked delicious, but she didn’t have much of an appetite. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She casually shook her head and said, “No, thanks.” Then her gaze fell back on those women downstairs playing mahjong.

Then, as if Martina had thought of something, a faint smile finally appeared at the 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 want at home, right?”

Leslie knew that Martina had long understood why he stayed here, so he didn’t pretend otherwise. “That’s right. What does Miss Martinez want to do? As long as you don’t leave – and cause any trouble, I can fulfill your requests.”

Martina said casually, gesturing downstairs, “In that case, could you prepare some >py for me? I want to play a few rounds with them.”

Leslie didn’t know what Martina wanted to do.

Martina actually wanted to play mahjong. He never heard that she knew how to play mahjong before.

But this was indeed within Leslie’s capabilities, so he didn’t dwell on it and immediately made the necessary arrangements.

At this moment, perhaps due to Elizabeth’s bad mood, her luck wasn’t great either. They had already played so many rounds, yet she hadn’t won a single hand and was close to losing all her chips.

The other ladies laughed gleefully and said, “It seems that you have something on your mind today. How come you haven’t won a single hand for such a long time? Looks like we’ll have to go easy on you next, or else you might not want to play with us anymore.”

“By the way, this is our first time visiting your home. We heard you have a prospective daughter-in-law. Would it be convenient for us to meet her sometime?”

These people were clearly poking at sensitive spots, and Elizabeth was on the verge of losing her temper.

However, she couldn’t reveal her family’s dirty laundry in front of outsiders. She could only force a smile and say, “My daughter-in-law isn’t here, maybe next time.”

But in the next moment, Martina followed Leslie downstairs, showing a complete lack of understanding.

When Elizabeth heard the sound, she turned around and immediately noticed Martina’s presence. Her gaze tightened as she questioned in a low voice, “What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

Martina shrugged it off, “Since your luck is so bad, why not take a break? How about I play on your behalf?”

Since she couldn’t leave anyhow, she might as well have fun with Benjamin’s money. If she was going to misbehave, she would do it completely. It was a way to provoke Elizabeth, after all.

Martina didn’t mind losing money that wasn’t hers. She was completely unconcerned.