The lobby manager glanced at Benedict.
That one look made Benedict's heart sink, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
Sure enough, the manager picked up his walkie-talkie and said emotionlessly, "Immediately revoke the membership of the Wynn family's eldest son, Benedict. Add the entire Wynn family and all their associates to the Obsidian Palace's blacklist. Entry is forbidden."
He put down the walkie-talkie and looked at Benedict. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wynn. Effective immediately, you are no longer a member of the Obsidian Palace. Please leave the premises at once."
Benedict was beyond embarrassed and livid.
He had been about to leave with Mr. Taylor anyway.
But leaving on his own terms and being 'asked' to leave by the staff were two completely different things!
He shot his family a resentful glare.
"Mr. Wynn..."
Mr. Taylor's brow deeply furrowed as he watched the chaotic, farcical scene unfold.
He let out a soft scoff, his gaze sweeping over the Wynn family. "It seems your company is quite busy with internal affairs. I'll need to reconsider our partnership."
With that, he turned and walked toward his car without a backward glance, his entourage following him.
"Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor!" Benedict's face fell. He hurried after him. "Please, let me explain! The Wynn Group isn't like this at all! Mr. Taylor, just give me a chance to explain, please, Mr. Taylor..."
But the man gave him no such chance.
He got into his car, and it sped away.
Benedict was left standing in a cloud of exhaust fumes, his face a mask of despair and humiliation.
He stood frozen, his sharp, icy eyes bloodshot as he stared after the departing car. It felt as though all the blood in his body had rushed to his head.
He, the great heir to the Wynn family, one of the most outstanding talents of Vaelion City's younger generation, had always been proud.
But just now, he had groveled before a man like Mr. Taylor, someone he once
looked down on, exhausting every effort just to secure this deal.
And just like that... it was all ruined!
"Benedict..." Hailey cautiously approached, reaching out to pat Benedict's shoulder.
He spun around abruptly, his
suppressed roar tinged with the fury. of someone on the verge of collapse. "What is wrong with you people? This was an opportunity had to swallow my pride to get! If you can't help, can you at least not drag me down?"
Hailey flinched and took a step back, her face pale with fear, tears instantly welling in her eyes.
Seeing her precious daughter cry, Marianne immediately shielded her. "You couldn't seal the deal yourself, so why are you taking it out on Hailey?"
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Her words made Benedict laugh with rage. "I couldn't seal it? Mom, do you have any idea how close I was to getting that deal with Mr. Taylor? That was the Wynn family's last hope for a comeback, our last lifeline, do you understand? But because of you... because you were here throwing a tantrum like some classless hooligan, he thought the entire Wynn Group was full of unreasonable people like you. That's what ruined it!"
"If I had landed that deal, I could have pulled the Wynn family through this crisis. But now... it's all ruined Ruined! Are you happy now? We might as wellust declare bankruptcy and go live undeca bridge!"