Chapter 1744 Anger

Lance was fuming when he returned to the manor. He saw Barbara, who looked anxious and frightened, standing in the living room with her hands clasped. When she saw Lance return, she turned pale and instinctively stumbled back. Lance became even more irritated. He walked up to her and coldly demanded, "What happened?" Barbara explained the twisted ankle incident, and Lance's expression turned ugly as he listened. He tugged on his tie and sneered. "This guy is probably afraid his wife will notice, which was why he didn't dare to make his move." Barbara cautiously looked at him. "But I saw Mr. Stark being very nice to his wife ..." "You don't understand," Lance scoffed. "Men are the best at putting on an act. Once his wife isn't around, he'll reveal his true colors." Barbara chewed her lip. Lance sneered. "Don't feel wronged. Didn't you see that Benjamin brought Margot over? Margot is indeed a rare beauty, and she is quite similar to Mrs. Stark. Benjamin went all out to secure this deal." Barbara whispered, "But it didn't seem like that was Benjamin's intention ..." "Not his intention? Then why did he bring Margot along?" Lance said disdainfully. Barbara didn't dare to argue. She could tell that Benjamin genuinely liked Margot. During the meal, she also noticed that Benjamin didn't stop Margot from interacting with Niall. Lance's eyes flickered at Barbara's pitiful look, and he suddenly said, "Come here." Barbara looked at him with confusion. "What's the matter?" Although she was confused, she still walked over and sat beside him. "Margot is indeed much more beautiful than you. I absolutely cannot let Benjamin snag this deal. So, you should try to get along with Margot." Lance held her chin, his thumb gently caressing her lips. Barbara's body shivered. "But she knows I'm your fiancée. How could she possibly want to become friends with me?" Lance sneered. "Women are all sympathetic. I naturally have a way to make her accept you." Barbara looked at him in puzzlement. "How are you going to do that?" "You'll find out soon." ... At the same time, the garden was brightly lit at another manor, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers. Margot sat in a chair, smiling at Benjamin. "Do you think Lance is angry right now?" Benjamin placed a glass of milk before her and wore a carefree smile. "It's too early for him to get angry now. There will be plenty of time for that later." Margot picked up the glass and took a sip of milk, her lips instantly stained with it. She seemed not to have noticed; her eyes focused on him. "Can you tell me about your plan?" Benjamin looked up, his charming eyes suddenly darkening a bit. The setting sun spilled onto the girl, and her skin was soft and smooth. Her eyes only added to her charms. Now, with the glass, Margot looked as innocent as a child. But the milk stain around her lips suggested otherwise. She looked both innocent and alluring. Benjamin swallowed hard as he reached out and took her chin, planting a firm kiss on her lips. "Mm?" Margot was surprised by the kiss. She detected a shift in his demeanor, and a spark of amusement lit up her eyes.