Chapter 67 A Ticket to Miami

Benson stepped into the lobby of Agya Films, and a blast of cold air greeted him, as if even the air was reminding him that this was not his domain. Megan, the receptionist who always wore a professional smile, was no exception today. She shook her head slightly, her voice carrying an undeniable firmness: "Miss Yvonne is in a meeting and is not available to see visitors." "I'll wait for her," Benson said calmly. His voice was steady, as if everything was within his expectations. He walked towards the guest area and gracefully took a seat on the sofa, like a lead actor waiting for his performance, unhurried and composed. He wore a brown turtleneck sweater paired with black suit pants. His posture was relaxed, and every move exuded an effortless elegance. Megan couldn't help but secretly admire him. He truly was a handsome man, with his refined face and slender build, a perfect match for Miss Yvonne. Time ticked by, and an hour had passed since Yvonne left Benson downstairs. Yet,