Chapter 23 Shattered

Yvonne was confused about why she liked Benson. It felt like a hazy dream from adolescence—elusive yet real. When she first met Benson in her youth, maybe it was his handsome face that attracted her. His smile, his eyes seemed to have a magical power, drawing her in uncontrollably. In Yvonne’s spacious and exquisite office, Mary sat on the guest sofa, elegantly, as if she were the true owner of the place. She wore a black dress, perfectly tailored to highlight her graceful figure, and the brooch on her chest added a touch of nobility. Mary crossed her legs, her gaze sharp as she looked at Yvonne, her tone tinged with provocation: "Miss Yvonne, you are very beautiful. If you were in the entertainment industry, you'd achieve great success." Yvonne stood in front of her desk, arms crossed, half-leaning, half-sitting, her gaze calm and deep as she looked at Mary. She didn't respond to Mary’s compliment immediately but quietly observed her. Mary continued, "But a woman’s beauty alone