Chapter 104 The Strike

Maisie watched Benedict's figure descend the stairs, unable to contain the smile on her face, and quickly followed behind him. Victor heard Benedict's retreating footsteps and turned around to make a call, summoning Alaric over. Benedict drove while Maisie sat in the passenger seat, her eyes filled with joy. "Benedict, I've picked out a painting for you. It's by a master, and Mom will love it." She never let Benedict worry about such trivial matters. "You've decided, and that's all that matters." Benedict's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, almost icy, lacking the slightest hint of excitement about attending the birthday banquet. Nevertheless, Maisie was still delighted. As they arrived at the restaurant, the room was only filled with relatives and friends of the Faye family, as Marigold Faye never liked extravagant affairs. Upon seeing Benedict, the expressions of those present turned somewhat incredulous. Everyone knew Benedict wouldn't easily attend a dinner party. Seei