Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

Cecilia Glendon is a person who does what she says she will do. After talking to Debby White, she turned around and tried to call Oswin Garcia, but rummaged through her phone and realized she didn’t have Oswin Garcia’s number anymore.

She hesitated and had to go to Oswin Garcia’s company to find him.

Debby White’s phone call came back, supposedly still trying to persuade her, Cecilia Glendon did not answer and simply cut off.

She continued to call, and finally Cecilia Glendon had no choice but to get through.

“I’m telling you, if you really go after Oswin Garcia, then you and Abbott Benson will never be able to do it in this lifetime!” Debby White spoke with a bit of ruthlessness, “Have you really thought this through?”

“Actually, Abbott Benson and I aren’t even from the same world, are we?” Cecilia Glendon said this as she sat in her car ready to start it up and leave.

“Whatever decision you want to make, can you talk to Abbott Benson?” Debby White was helpless, “How do you know Abbott Benson can’t solve this, he’s the president of Duke!”

“What?” Cecilia Glendon was stunned and her pupils snapped shut, “You’re saying that … Abbott Benson is the president of Duke?”

“Holy shit, you didn’t know that, did you?” Debby White heard her and froze, “You really didn’t know? No way, Abbott Benson didn’t tell you?”

Abbott Benson is president of Duke … It’s not clear whether this counts as good news or bad news for Cecilia Glendon.

Maybe it’s good.

At least he can still do better on his own without the Benson family.

“He didn’t tell me about it …” Cecilia Glendon’s voice was a little hoarse, and the shocked look on her face slowly faded.

Cecilia Glendon suddenly thought of Moses Walker.

Moses Walker had hinted to her that she knew Duke’s president, but she didn’t even think about Abbott Benson at the time.

“I thought you knew!” Debby White sighed, “I don’t know why he’s keeping it from you, but I want you two to talk it out. the Brown thing maybe the Brown people can’t do anything about it themselves, but what if it’s Duke?”

When Debby White said that, Cecilia Glendon’s heart suddenly lit up with hope.

Yes …

If it is Duke, then is there a way to resist the Benson family?

“I know.” Cecilia Glendon gulped.

She knows that Debby White’s heart is still not in the right place: “Then you don’t go to Oswin Garcia, who is a man you know better than I do. If you go to him for help, he may just help you without any condition basis? You don’t want to let him take advantage of it.”

“Don’t go looking for him for now, don’t worry.” Cecilia Glendon smiled.

“For now?” Debby White still wasn’t reassured, “So you’re saying you haven’t been put off the idea yet?”

Cecilia Glendon was silent for a moment and did not speak.

She did not intend to tell Abbott Benson about this matter because she did not want him to go against Benson senior for his own sake. Now, although she knows that Abbott Benson is the president of Duke, but … if he wants to help, he will certainly help.

But that’s not what Cecilia Glendon was hoping for.

Abbott Benson will not hide his identity for no reason, this time Duke against the Hall family is definitely because of Cecilia Glendon herself. Although the outside world does not yet know what conflict Duke and the Hall family is, but if, Abbott Benson and for her to save the Brown, someone can certainly guess Abbott Benson is the president of Duke!

“I’m hanging up now.” Cecilia Glendon’s head hurt from thinking about it, so she simply hung up the phone after talking to Debby White, threw it directly into her bag, and started the car towards the Duke Hotel.

But on the way there, she called Abbott Benson again.

Abbott Benson is probably very busy, his phone rang several times before he got through.

“Cecilia Glendon?” came Abbott Benson’s voice, “What’s wrong?”

“Do you have time?” Cecilia Glendon asked.

“Yes.” Abbott Benson replied.

“Well, then, I’ll wait for you back at the hotel and we’ll meet.” So said Cecilia Glendon.

Seeming to hear that Cecilia Glendon’s voice wasn’t quite right, his end went quiet, then asked, “What’s wrong?”

“There’s something that I want to discuss with you.” Cecilia Glendon said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Abbott Benson was silent for a moment, “Good. Wait for me.”

After speaking with Abbott Benson, Cecilia Glendon wondered what she would say when she saw him later.

Should I tell Abbott Bensonthe Brown about it voluntarily, or just identify him and then go after Oswin Garcia, as I had originally planned?

But what Debby White said is not without merit.

Oswin Garcia is not a bad guy, yet he is definitely not a good guy either, and there is no way he would help Cecilia Glendon without any conditions.

So who should she call at …?

Cecilia Glendon’s heart felt a little melancholy for a while, and her mind could not help but think of Moses Walker’s face.

She is not very familiar with Moses Walker, but … if she asks him for help, he will help?

…

When Abbott Benson returned to the hotel room, Cecilia Glendon was standing by the window with a tall glass of red wine in her hand, while the bottle of red wine sitting on the table next to her was being drunk to the bottom.

Cecilia Glendon hadn’t had a drink in a long time, so why was she suddenly drinking again?

Abbott Benson walked towards her. Cecilia Glendon, who had her back to him, heard the footsteps and turned her head, her cheeks flushed and her eyes slightly dazed, but not completely drunk.

“You’re back.” Seeing Abbott Benson, Cecilia Glendon lifted the corners of her lips, casually set her glass aside and walked toward him.

She stumbled as she walked, watching Abbott Benson reach out to help her: “Why do you drink so much during the day?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you being Duke’s president?” Cecilia Glendon didn’t answer his question, but asked this instead.

When Cecilia Glendon asked this, Abbott Benson was slightly stunned: “How do you know?”

“Never you mind how I know.” Cecilia Glendon shook her head, “Why didn’t you tell me?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Abbott Benson laughed a little breathlessly, “You didn’t ask me.”

Cecilia Glendon froze: “So, if I ask you, will you answer me?”

Abbott Benson nods, “Absolutely.”

Cecilia Glendon frowned in dissatisfaction, “Then why didn’t you tell me voluntarily?”

“Now don’t you know.” Abbott Benson helped her toward the couch, “It doesn’t matter who I am, you don’t care anyway, do you.”

Cecilia Glendon is a little speechless by his words, she does not care about Abbott Benson’s identity.

Whether he’s the president of Duke or an Abbott Benson who’s had all the power taken away from him by the Bensons, she doesn’t care …

“Okay, now tell me, what happened?” Abbott Benson asked out loud only after seeing her quiet down.

“It’s nothing …,” Cecilia Glendon hugged his waist, buried her face into his arms, and spoke in a somewhat jarring voice, “just suddenly wondering what would happen if we were separated in the future , what would happen.”