“Aren't Mr. Bennett Thompson and Ms. Jones newlyweds? How could he be entangled with another woman so soon after getting married? You see, this is what happens when you marry someone from such a humble background. She can't even keep her own husband in line.”
Mrs. Walker said with unconcealed glee.
“What are you still standing there for? Get in there and see what’s happening,” Emma snapped at Yvonne, her face flushed with anger.
Yvonne was speechless.
“What are you all crowded around here for?” Just as Emma finished shouting, a deep, slightly magnetic voice sounded from behind the group.
Everyone turned instinctively to see Bennett standing behind them, a look of confusion on his face.
“Mom, what did you want Yvonne to see? Who’s in there?”
“Bennett, what are you doing here?” Yolanda looked as if she’d seen a ghost. Wasn’t he supposed to be in the room, tangled up with that Mignon woman? Who on earth was in there then?
Bennett completely ignored Yolanda, striding forward to stand directly in front of Yvonne. He casually wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
“I just stepped out to take a call. Why is everyone up here?”
“It seems like someone is having an… improper relationship in that room,” Yvonne whispered back.
Bennett raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Seeing her son standing there perfectly fine, Emma finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned and glared at Cindy.
“Isn't my son standing right here? What nonsense were you spouting!”
“I… I never said it was Mr. Bennett Thompson,” Cindy muttered under her breath.

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