Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 782: [Yan Jian Extra] 34. At this moment, thoughts are like 1 Jiang Qiu_3

It’s just that Father seldom came to the company, so he hadn’t really sat in this office a few times. Until he returned, only then was this office officially used again.

For him, this office is somewhat like a magical energy field, where he can connect most closely with Sir.

Not speaking of ghosts and spirits, just talking about materialism, since matter is not annihilated, even if Sir has died, he must have transformed into material particles, still drifting in this world. So he naturally has a reason to believe that around this office, there is still the presence of Sir. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This office symbolizes more of the competition between him and James for the company. Only the winner is qualified to take up residence here, and now the owner here is himself.

So he suddenly had the idea tonight to possess the man who once belonged to James.

Not only the company, but also this man, he has taken from James.

Entering the office, he then pushed Ben Shaming against the wall, initiating a kiss.

Ben Shaming frowned and endured, yet insisted, "Let’s finish talking first."

Mark panted heavily, stepping back, smiling radiantly, "Women. Little Ben, your mind recently has been on women."

He pinched Little Ben’s side, "This is betrayal. Betrayal to me. For a woman, you dare say you have no interest."

Ben Shaming’s heart did not settle because of Mark’s explanation, instead, it was raised higher, becoming even more tense.

"What woman?" he tried his best to speak without any change in expression.

Mark laughed, sly as a coyote, "Still pretending to be stupid? Do you really think I don’t know?"

Ben Shaming took a step forward, staring intently into Mark’s eyes, "What did you find out?"

His heart stopped, his breathing halted.

Mark backed away, laughing both proudly and unwillingly, "Still pretending? Fine, let me show you, you won’t cry until you see the coffin, I’ll see how you’ll keep pretending in front of me!"

Mark briskly walked back to the desk, pulled open the drawer and took out several photos, slamming them onto the desk.

"See for yourself!"

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Ben Shaming walked over, step by step, surprisingly nervous in a way he had never expected.

So nervous that both hands at his sides clenched into fists, and his palms were filled with cold sweat.

He was an assassin, even going solo to take someone’s life, he originally shouldn’t be this nervous.

What’s going on, is it because he hasn’t executed a mission in too long, so his courage and composure have greatly diminished?

Finally, he reached the edge of the desk, took a deep breath quietly, and then lowered his eyes to look at the photos.

He was even prepared to see that university meadow, with the red pathway, golden leaves, blue sky...

His gaze dropped, yet it almost soared right up—

No!

The expected brightness and vibrance weren’t there; the photos depicted only darkness, the night.

If there was any light, it was just the blurry car headlights. Dim, dusky, mute.

It turned out the photos only showed him on the roadside, left and right arms around those women.

Somehow, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling even a bit relaxed.

Mark snorted, "What else do you have to say?"

He lifted his eyes to meet Mark’s gray-blue ones, "Since you don’t like me lying, I won’t. Everything is just as you saw, I was indeed ridiculous last night."

Mark bit his lip and suddenly stepped over, delivering a heavy slap across his face, "Ben Shaming, how dare you!"

Little Ben forcibly endured it, feeling a burning sensation on his cheek.

Yet he laughed coolly, staring at Mark with sarcasm, "What do you mean? Don’t tell me you’re jealous; let alone tell me you’re serious about me."

Mark suddenly turned his eyes to stare at him, stared for a long while, then suddenly flipped his hand to slap him on the other cheek.

But unfortunately, this time Ben Shaming did not passively endure. He merely calmly raised his hand and caught Mark’s wrist.

Mark pulled hard to take it back, but could not, angrily shouting, "I thought I wouldn’t be either! Ben Shaming, I thought my relationship with you was just a fleeting one, I didn’t intend to take you seriously either! But I never thought you’d go find a woman, and not just any woman, but a woman from such a night scene!"

Mark had also asked himself, why? Because this French man’s eyes were black?

Could it be because such a pair of black eyes made him unwittingly recall that gruesomely dead Zhou Guanghan in his midnight dreams?

Ben Shaming remained silent, only stepping forward, pressing Mark harshly onto the desk...

The people of this world always wish others to be utterly loyal to them, yet are unwilling to be utterly loyal to others themselves. In such a relationship, isn’t "utter loyalty" originally a fool’s dream?