In the midst of his fury, Bennett unexpectedly cald down when he locked eyes with the girl. Although she didn't explicitly say anything, Bennett could already tell everything from her attitude.
Sotis, anger doesn't stem from hatred or disgust, and at tis, calming down doesn't an acceptance.
"It's all just a lie…" Bennett said, his head in his hands. "How much did they pay you?"
The girl didn't respond. Instead, she silently stood up, packed her things, and prepared to leave—unless Bennett stopped her.
She had initially thought she would be hit, but things turned out far less dreadful than she had imagined.
In fact, both Bennett and Annie had gone through complex emotional changes during their ti together.
Setting aside Bennett's changes, hadn't the girl, at so point, felt like this deception might beco real?
In truth, she had, and more than once, she hoped that everything would turn real.
Every girl dreams of becoming the center of attention, not because she's stripping off her clothes in public, but for who she truly is.
During her ti with Bennett, she experienced a life she had only seen in movies and television, sothing she had never dare to imagine before.
It was tedious—every detail from dining etiquette to daily manners had to be perfect. Bennett never yelled or scolded her for her repeated mistakes; instead, he patiently taught her how to avoid embarrassing herself in front of others.
It was dull—what to wear in different seasons, what outfits to choose for different tis, purposes, social circles, and even classes… All of this gave the girl a headache, and frankly, it was boring.
It was rigid—strict rules dictated what could be done, said, or touched at any given ti. When to chat with others and when to just stand beside Bennett—all these had very stringent standards. There were no surprises, nor could there be any.
Yet, all of this was part of the life many longed for. These elents ca together to charm children, spinning bedti tales of a world where everything was wonderful, and the farm girl always got her perfect happy ending.
But this was also sothing Annie couldn't bear, because from the beginning, this was a transaction, a scam.
No matter what clothes she wore, what occasion she was in, or whose side she stood by, she could never beco soone else.
She was who she was—a stripper, a girl who needed to earn money… a symbol of vulgarity and cheapness in society's eyes.
All of this was just a dream, and now, the dream was over.
After packing her things, the girl walked out of the bedroom. Seeing Bennett sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands, she felt a pang of guilt. "Are you sure you don't want to hit ?" She asked once again.
This ti, Bennett didn't even lift his head, nor did he speak.
The girl watched him for a mont, left the key to the room, and pulled her suitcase out of the apartnt.
She only took her own belongings, leaving behind everything else, including the jewelry and accessories Bennett had bought for her.
Walking down the deserted street, the girl looked up at the not-so-bright sun. The soft light made her eyes moist. She wiped her tears and quickened her pace, head down.
She didn't know if the apartnt she had rented before had already been leased to soone else, but she still had to keep living.
The next day, Joegleman, who had returned to his job, coldly "cleansed" more than half of the credit departnt, dismissing over twenty employees for various reasons.
The bank's branch in Sabin City held a special eting to briefly explain the situation and demanded that all lower-level banks strengthen their employee training and managent to prevent similar mistakes from happening again.
Following that, Joegleman processed the auction docunts. With the support of the bank president, he organized a small auction and selected so suitable bidders for the assets.
Among them was Lynch, who was the most financially stable of the group.
After everything was settled, Lynch wrote a heartfelt thank-you letter to Joegleman, expressing his gratitude in numbers for everything Joegleman had done for him. He also inquired about Joegleman's injuries, which deeply moved Joegleman, who even called Lynch to express his thanks.
Aside from these small matters, Lynch was now preparing for the presidential inauguration celebration.
This wasn't a small political eting; it was a crucial opportunity to closely interact with the country's leader, who would be in power for at least six years. Naturally, Lynch had to prepare well.
But instead of sitting in a tailor's studio getting fitted for new clothes or browsing designs in a jeweler's shop, Lynch was on the phone, idly flipping through a book titled How to Quickly Integrate into University Social Circles.
The bestselling book's author was the daughter of a financial mogul, soone who had grown up in the upper echelons of society. What others envied as high society was just her everyday life.
This was a very special girl, and Lynch had obtained her contact number from the publisher, reaching out as a fan while hinting at potential future collaborations.
When attending the presidential celebration, everyone's female companion would be crucial, and Lynch lacked soone who could help him navigate certain situations without losing face.
His ex-girlfriend wouldn't do, and among the won he knew, only Mrs. Tracey seed to fit the bill.
But Mrs. Tracey… was too old and not suitable to be Lynch's companion. Just when he was at a loss, he suddenly thought of the book: How to Quickly Integrate into University Social Circles.
Lynch discreetly inquired about the girl's background and finally confird that she was qualified, and her age was also suitable—only four years older than Lynch.
In such privileged circles, a three-to-five-year age gap wouldn't show on people's faces.
"This is the Waldric residence…" The call was quickly answered by soone with a very traditional Baylor accent, marked by so nasal sounds and slight deviations in certain pronunciations.
This kind of accent was rarely heard nowadays, except occasionally in opera singing. Other than that, it was almost impossible to hear.
"I'm looking for Miss Severella. I'm a fan of her book."
The person answering the phone was the butler of Miss Severella, the author of the bestselling book; it was the first ti he had heard such an excuse in his work environnt.
However, he didn't imdiately scoff and hang up. Instead, he solemnly asked for Lynch's na and asked him to wait a mont. Whether Lynch's call would be answered was up to the young lady in the room to decide.
The reason the butler made this decision was that the Waldric residence's phone number wasn't public, not even accessible to the middle or upper-middle class. Only those on par with or higher than Mr. Waldric's social level knew this number.
These people undoubtedly represented the elites of society, the core of its composition. They were not the kind of people a butler could afford to offend, even though the voice on the phone sounded young and the excuse was flimsy.
After a short pause, Lynch heard so sounds from the other end, followed by the noise of soone picking up the receiver.
Lynch knew his excuse would be accepted. From the mont he saw the book, he had roughly figured out certain traits about this girl, such as vanity and a desire for more recognition.
Without a doubt, a fan would be a great entry point.
However, Miss Severella wasn't just a simple, naive girl. She was actually smarter than most girls her age.
She directly exposed Lynch's excuse the mont she spoke: "I didn't know I had a fan who could call
directly, Mr. Lynch."
People in her social circle wouldn't read her book because it described their everyday lives. Those who did read her book were regular people who longed to join her circle, but they couldn't easily obtain her ho number, so she saw through his excuse.
But it was still a pleasant excuse, one she wanted to hear, so driven by curiosity, she decided to chat with Lynch.
"I really did read your book, and the story is interesting. Maybe we could turn it into a TV show or a film?" Dealing with a girl like this, Lynch could easily use a few simple tricks to leave her powerless to resist.
Severella didn't care about adaptation rights or money; growing up in a family like hers, she couldn't possibly be short on cash.
What she lacked was recognition, validation from family mbers, and envious looks from her circle of friends.
These things couldn't be bought or faked; they had to co from strangers, from societal acknowledgnt.
If her work was sought out for adaptation rather than being adapted by her own ans or with help, it would undoubtedly prove sothing to certain family mbers.
Lynch's had obviously tempted the girl, making her beco excited with anticipation.
"I believe your call wasn't just for that. Tell
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