Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Testing Martina heard those familiar words again and rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Next time you compliment me, can you be a bit more sincere? At least change up the adjectives a little. Otherwise, it seems like you’re just going through the motions,” Martina remarked.

Elena smirked, “Never mind. But don’t forget to follow my instructions then.”

Martina remained skeptical, “Can it really work? What if he comes after me?” She wasn’t only referring to love; there was a possibility that it was merely a form of possessiveness from a man. She knew all too well how strong Benjamin’s possessiveness could be, even more so than anyone else.

Shaking her head in an exaggerated manner, Elena said, “How could that be? If Benjamin truly likes you, he would never dare to do anything that you dislike. Let’s give it a try and find out.”

It was already 7 p.m. by the time they finished work. They had worked overtime, which was why they were leaving the studio at this hour. Martina finally resembled a boss to some extent.

The two of them went downstairs and got into Elena’s car. Elena had already made plans to have dinner with her brother in advance.

After the events of last night, Alejandro felt sorry and had been wanting to take Martina out for a meal. Now that the opportunity presented itself, he wouldn’t miss it.

They had agreed to meet at a rooftop restaurant.

The restaurant’s specialty was its beautiful scenery, which enhanced the dining experience. Of course, the food in the restaurant must also be delicious; otherwise, it wouldn’t have stayed open for so long.

Guided by Elena, Martina stepped into the restaurant for the first time.

As soon as they entered, they noticed Alejandro waiting in the most prominent spot upfront. He appeared quite gentlemanly, dressed in a relatively casual outfit for the day. His overall appearance was very attractive, giving off a gentle and warm vibe.

This kind of man was like a gentle prince from ancient times, truly likable and seemingly flawless. If there was one tiny flaw, it would be that he easily attracted attention, but that wasn’t something Martina needed to worry about.

The two of them sat directly opposite Alejandro.

“You are weird today. ” Elena playfully teased. “I have to wait for a hundred years to get you to come out normally. But when you heard that my bestie was here, you actually waited early. Aren’t you being a little biased? I’m your own sister.”

Although Elena said it that way, her tone didn’t carry any hint of anger. Instead, it felt quite nice. It was a good thing for her to see her bestie getting along well with her family. Alejandro playfully tapped Elena’s forehead. “What random thoughts occupy your mind each day?” he asked, indulging her. “Miss Martinez is a guest, and she’s different from you in any case. You can’t say that.”

Elena pouted discontentedly, her lips forming a slight frown as she expressed her dissatisfaction. “Oh, it seems you won’t even make an effort to pretend,” she responded with a hint of resignation in her tone. “Well then, I suppose I’ll have to accept it.”

Martina couldn’t help but chuckle at the siblings‘ way of getting along. She placed the menu that the waiter had handed her in front of Elena. “Maybe you should take a look at what we’ll be eating. I don’t know much about this place, so I’ll leave it up to you.”

With this gesture, Elena’s mouth was finally shut.

Elena nodded slightly and silently looked at the dishes on the menu. After all, she had been here several times and knew much more about it than Martina, so she quickly ordered several dishes.

Some of them were specialties of this restaurant, with flavors that were unmatched and unavailable elsewhere. However, that wasn’t the main point.

This restaurant was highly efficient. Within about 10 minutes of placing the order, several dishes started arriving one after another.

Elena secretly kicked Martina under the table and winked repeatedly.

Martina grasped the implied meaning and gave a nod, quickly pulling out her phone to snap a photo beforehand.

However, the composition of this photo was deliberately crafted by Martina. She intended to capture herself and Elena but “accidentally” included Alejandro in the frame.

Martina directly sent the photo to Benjamin and added a message, “Elena and I are having dinner at the rooftop restaurant. If you’re busy, don’t rush to come over. After we finish eating, she can give me a ride home.”

Benjamin had been trying his best to give Martina freedom, so if it was just a date between two girls, he certainly wouldn’t want to disturb them.

At this moment, Benjamin had just finished a sudden meeting and saw the message on his phone.

Of course, Simon was the first to see the message since he had been keeping Benjamin’s phone.

Initially, this should have been a happy occasion because Miss Martinez took the initiative to inform the boss. The boss should be pleased, right?

But soon, the smile on Simon’s face disappeared, and he felt that something was not right.

Why did the boss’s expression look more like anger than happiness?

With this thought in mind, Simon sneakily glanced at the phone screen. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The result was shocking. Was it an illusion? Why was there a man’s hand in the photo?

Wow, Miss Martinez really knew how to stir up trouble. She secretly went out to eat with someone else without telling the boss. Wasn’t she asking for trouble?

Even if the boss was willing to give Miss Martinez freedom, it was not the kind of freedom that allowed her to indulge herself like this.

As expected, Benjamin’s face visibly worsened, as if he could snap and kill someone in the next second.

Simon instinctively tried to defend Martina, “Boss, maybe it was unintentional, and it’s just a staged photo, right?”

But even Simon himself didn’t believe the words he just said.

Whose photo could be staged to such an extent, even capturing the other person’s hand on the opposite side so clearly? Was this really normal?

As expected, Simon’s explanation had no convincing power at all and only made. Benjamin angrier. He placed the phone in Simon’s hand, exuding a chilling aura.

Without saying a word, he ordered Simon to investigate the location of this rooftop restaurant, seemingly prepared to go there personally. He wanted to see for himself who the man was daring enough to secretly dine with Martina.

Benjamin was furious at the moment, but his anger was tempered with a hint of rationality, perhaps because he was worried that losing his temper easily would provoke Martina’s displeasure. This could potentially erode the small amount of trust they had managed to build during this period of hard work.