SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 4

His eyes skimmed over the phone in his hand. It had been ringing shrilly for quite some time. He was seating in a Rolls-Royce headed to the VIP ward.

He didn’t want to answer, but she didn’t let up. Finally, he sighed and picked up.

"What is it, Emily?" Benjamin's deep voice sailed through the phone.

Emily frowned when she heard the tone. It was too calm and indifferent. He did not even act as though he had done anything wrong.

"Where are you, Benjamin? How did you get your hands on the Dragon's Eye?" She asked in a panicking tone.

"What do you think?" He asked her back. 

“Did you steal it or rob it?” Emily’s voice turned to be serious. “Listen, you need to turn yourself in and explain to the proper authority.”

“I didn’t steal it, Emily,” Benjamin said flatly. “I have nothing to confess.”

Emily couldn’t hide her disbelief.

“You don’t have to lie to me! We’ve been together for 3 years. I’ve never seen you wear a decent watch, much less own something as rare as that. Do you realize how much it’s worth? Ten point five million dollars!”

Benjamin blinked back a sharp retort. He could hear the disappointment in her voice.

He knew she’d never believe him.

"That ring is worth more than everything you’ve ever had, Benjamin. How do you explain that?!” Emily continued pushing, “ If this turns out to be true, I won’t be able to save you from the legal consequences. You understand that, right?”

"If you believe that I stole it, Emily, you can call the police. Don’t bother me with it."

Benjamin ended the call without waiting for a response.

Emily stared at her phone, astonished. Her mouth hung open as she gripped it tightly in her hand, the coldness of his words sinking in. He’d even hung up on her.

Marcus, who had heard everything, saw an opportunity to win Emily's favor.

"I told you, he is a beast. That man has no shame at all." He smirked, stepping closer.

Emily turned to face him. "He insisted that he didn’t steal it.” She muttered, more to herself than to him.

“That’s exactly what a thief would say,” Marcus said smoothly, “How asshole of him to drag you into this mess.”

Emily let out a sigh. It hurt her more than she expected how indifferent Benjamin had acted towards her.

"At least you didn’t accept the ring. Avoided making a mistake. That’s a relief." Marcus added.

“Anyway,” Emily cleared her throat, changing the topic, “The fundraiser is coming up soon. There’s still a lot to prepare for.”

“That’s right,” Marcus said, sounding eager. “Have you thought of a solid plan for the event, like we discussed?”

Celine walked up to them and placed her hand on Emily's shoulder.

"“Thought of? That’s all Emily’s been doing this week. She’s already got a strategy in place. She will secure a major real estate deal. If this fundraiser goes well, we’ll not only boost the project, but we’ll also bring in future deals and investors.”

Marcus let out an exaggerated compliment. 

“That’s fantastic! You’ve got my full support, just like I promised.”

"Thank you so much, Marcus. We appreciate everything you’ve done for us." She smiled at him genuinely. A glint flashed in Marcus' eyes as he watched her.

Meanwhile, a beautiful young woman sat behind the wheel of the Rolls-Royce. She was driving Benjamin to the hospital. Her name was Amanda.

She came from a wealthy family, always dressed impeccably.

If anyone else had been present, they would have been shocked to see the high-born lady driving a car herself.

Amanda Williams, Timothy William’s younger daughter.

The Family Williams is synonymous with wealth in this city. For decades, they ran a vast multinational corporation.

She watched Benjamin through the rearview mirror as he put down his phone.

“We’re almost at the hospital,” she said, breaking the silence. “Father insisted I come get you. He said it was urgent.”

"Thank you, Amanda. But you didn't have to." Benjamin replied coolly.

"Of course. I can tell you are in a bad mood today. Listen, if you want, I could simply bankrupt Strat corporations. You know, it is not that hard." She asked smugly.

A smile flashed across Benjamin's lips. The girl had always been fond of him right from the start.

She always had a crude way of talking, and she was always ready to defend anyone she loved and cared about.

Amanda had no idea who Benjamin really was.

She always thought he was just an ordinary man who had saved her father.

Okay, maybe she didn’t see him as dirt-poor like Emily did.

But she was completely in the dark about his true identity.

Her father had made sure not to let even a hint of it slip.

Still, none of that changed how she treated Benjamin—with genuine warmth and sincerity.

“Don’t worry about it,” Benjamin said, “We’re already separated. No need for revenge.”

Amanda glanced at him through the mirror, then clicked her tongue.

“What a shame. I was ready to show those idiots exactly who you are,” she grinned.

Benjamin just shook his head. “You should act a bit more refined, you know that?”

She merely glanced up at him knowingly and smiled. The car pulled up to the NYC hospital. Amanda helped him inside, using her ID to get through the security.

They were met by a team of bodyguards.

“Miss Amanda, we’ve been expecting you,” the head of security said with a nod.

"Where is my father? He said his friend is in this hospital." She asked him when suddenly, somebody shouted,

"Help! We need emergency medical attention here!"