Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 47: The Next Step of the Plan

"I know that, but this matter will not subside if we continue to do nothing. It may only get worse as more

people hear of it. Benson, you know that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public..."

Pauline's words struck Benson's sore spot.

After all, Benson cared about his reputation the most.

Originally, this matter was only known to the friends and relatives of both the Evans and Morel families.

But if nothing was done about it, it would only get worse. By then, the reputation of the Evans family

would be...

Seeing that Benson was wavering, Pauline said, "Why don't we just let Gretchen and Martin date for a

while? The Morels don't seem to have any objections to their relationship, and I'm sure that people will

forget about the matter between Martin and Gwenda soon enough. No one would say anything about it.

Besides, this wouldn't hurt our relationship with the Morels."

"Fine, fine, you can do whatever you want."

Benson finally gave in.

Pauline's eyes gleamed with triumph as she smiled.

"By the way, how's everything with... Gwenda?" A hint of hurt slipped into Pauline's tone at that. "I've

tried contacting her several times, but it seems that she has blocked me."

"This useless child!"

Benson's anger, as Pauline expected, flared up again. He slammed the cup of tea onto the table.

The gleam of triumph made a reappearance in Pauline's eyes as she continued with her act of being a

good wife. "She's just a child, Benson. If you're still concerned about her, I'll go visit someday."

"Forget it!" Benson snarled, the slightest mention of his daughter irritating him. "If she wants to live on

her own, she's free to do that. It'll be better if she never comes back!"

Pauline rolled her eyes in exasperated annoyance because she knew that Benson did not mean what

he said.

He would never allow his daughter to live on her own for fear of bringing forth gossip that would ruin his

so-called family reputation.

Thinking of this, Pauline's eyes flashed as she came up with another idea. Pretending to be angry, she

said, "Fine, then. If you don't want to find Gwenda, I will. I would never let a child like her live on her

own out there with no support!"

With that, she turned and left in anger.

Benson glanced at her but did not stop her.

...

The next day, Gwenda did not wake until it late in the morning.

Although it was the weekend, she rarely slept in.

As it were, thinking about the reason that caused her to sleep so late made her mad.

If it was not for the weird things that Olivier had said last night, she would not have tossed and turned

till morning before being able to fall asleep.

With a yawn, Gwenda got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

After going through her morning ablutions, she made the bed and got dressed before calling Hattie. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"Hey, Gwenda, you're up."

"The thing I asked you to do last night, how's it going?"

Gwenda asked as she prepared her breakfast.

"It's all done. Now, the Internet is just filled with Lan's scandal and the production team of "The Best

Singer" called. They said that after some consideration, they have decided to let Cecilia go for the

interview."

As Hattie spoke, she laughed lightly with a hint of scorn. "Gwenda, you wouldn't believe how disgusting

they are. Before that, they refused us resolutely and insisted that they didn't want Cecilia. But now

they're singing a different tune and are acting like as if we are finally worth their time."

...

Gwenda chuckled in response as she brought her breakfast to the dining table. Sitting down, she said,

"People in the music industry are like that, you just need to get used to it. By the way, remember to

follow up on Cecilia's interview. If anything happens, let me know at once."

"Oh, you're not doing it personally?"

"Nope, because she will definitely make it this time, so I'm not going to waste my time on that."

Gwenda was thinking that it was time to move onto the next step of her plan.

"Alright, then, I'll be letting Cecilia know."

"Okay."

Putting down her phone after the call ended, Gwenda took the time to savour her breakfast.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Startled, Gwenda wondered, "Who could be visiting at this time?"

Peering through the peephole, Gwenda's good mood was instantly soured by the sight of the person

standing outside her door.