Married by Accident Taming the Billionaire (Cecilia) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306 He Became a Henpecked Husband Already
"Benson is from Bemanko. He has a strong background and force, and people there call him Master Quinsey."
"I have investigated him and found that his mother was one of the mistresses of your uncle. There are rumors that Benson may be Alfred's illegitimate son."
"But it has not been confirmed, because the Songo family has never confirmed this rumor to the outside world."
After hearing it, Cecelia thought for a while and said. "If Benson is really Alfred's son, wouldn't it be he is my uncle in name?"
"You can think so."
"I see!"
Cecelia carefully recalled what Benson said to her after the auction that day. He said that the Songo family owed him something, which should be referring to his identity and inheritance rights.
No wonder he said he was not interested in the secret book. It turned out that he came for Alfred!
"Who is his mother? Have you found any specific information about her?"
"Yes, here are what we found."
Remington showed the information that he got to her.
"This was sent by my subordinates. It shows that Benson's mother was a singer when she was young. Her name was Anisa Quinsey. She was very beautiful. During a performance, Alfred was fell for her."
"Alfred was over sixty at the time, and Anisa was only in her twenties. Later, Anisa became his mistress and became pregnant."
"His mother thought that she could marry into the Songo family by this child, but unfortunately Alfred's first wife was still alive and did not agree with this."
"And after more than ten years later, Anisa died unexpectedly, leaving only one son alive, that child is Benson."
The relationship between Benson and Cecelia's uncle was clear, and Cecelia learned the details of Benson and his life experience.
"Then I will go and meet him now!
Cecelia found the business card left by Benson and dialed the number on the card.
Later, a clear voice came from her phone. "I knew you would contact me. I'm at the Pavilion Teahouse now, let's talk here. See you then."
After hanging up the call, Cecelia told Remington. "He told me the location and asked me to come."
"I'll go with you."
"Ok."
And then they came to Pavilion Teahouse and arrived there according to the box number provided by Benson.
The waiter led them to the door, knocked, and opened it. Both of them saw Benson sitting inside. He was wearing an elegant white suit as usual.
"Miss Linsey, please come in."
Benson stood up and invited her in.
Looking at the man who walked in behind her, Benson raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Nelson?"
"You asked my woman out, shouldn't I come?"
Remington's words made Benson dumbfounding.
"But Mr. Nelson, what I want to say today, I just want to talk to Miss Linsey alone, so..."
Remington glanced over coldly. "It's impossible! You and her have only met once, how should I know if you will do something to her? I won't let my woman stay in danger."
Remington's reasons were so perfect that Benson could not refute them.
"Okay then! Mr. Nelson, come in please!"
Benson invited both of them to take a seat, picked up a cigarette and handed it to Remington. "Mr. Nelson."
"No, thanks. Cece hates other people smoking, so you'd better not smoke either!"
Remington cared about Cecelia's feelings and thoughts all the time. It could be seen that his care was meticulous.
However, Cecelia was embarrassed. How could this guy be so rude in other people's places? Not to say this guy was her husband.
Why couldn't he get along well with others?
Benson put the cigarette between his lips, ready to light it with a lighter. But when after hearing what Remington said, he had to put the cigarette away.
"Okay, I won't smoke either. Then have some tea!"
Benson started to make the tea with the tea set on the table to entertain them again.
Cecelia got straight to the point. "Mr. Quinsey, after the end of the auction that day, I carefully considered what you said to me and I also investigated your background. You are the Mr. Quinsey from Porema they say, right?"
Benson had already guessed that they would definitely investigate his background. He said with a faint smile. "That's right."
"I have heard the Mr. Quinsey from Porema for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be you."
The implication of Remington's words seemed to tell him that he was far different from the rumored Mr. Quinsey.
Benson glanced at the man opposite him and scoffed. "Mr. Nelson seems to be different from the rumors too."
"How so?"
"It is rumored that you are a decisive and cold person who is not a womanizer. But now you become a henpecked husband."
After hearing what he said, Remington wasn't angry at it.
Because he thought that this kind of happiness could only be understood by a man who was married and loved his wife deeply.
Remington looked at the woman beside him, he was only gentle to her. "Cece likes gentlemen. For her, I can become the one she likes."
Cecelia secretly hit him with the back of her hand to signal him to stop saying such disgusting words in front of outsiders.
Neither of them spoke but only interacted with their eyes.
Benson looked at the men and women in front of him, he felt they did it on purpose.
Cecelia's cheeks turned red. She avoided the man's hot gaze and looked at Benson opposite. "I'm sorry, Mr. Quinsey! We also heard a rumor that you have some kind of special relationship with the Songo family. Rumor has it that you are Alfred's illegitimate son. Is that true?"
"I won't deny this. According to blood, you should call me uncle."
"Ok, I see. Maybe one day in the future, you may become my uncle."
Cecelia's subtext was that his identity had not been recognized by the Songo family, and Cecelia had not returned to the Songo family yet. So they were not the relatives yet.
"Now you should know why I want to cooperate with you, right?"
Benson placed the brewed tea in front of them, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Cecelia.
"I probably can guess the reason, but I don't understand."
"What else do you want to know?"
"If you are really the bloodline of the Songo family, why Alfred does not let you back to the Songo family? You can even go back to the Songo family through the law, so why do you make the thing complicated and come to me for cooperation? What can I help you with?"
"Actually, I don't want to go back to the Songo family and have never thought about it. I just... want to seek justice for my mother and make those people pay the price!"
Benson's eyes turned cold, with suppressed and deep hatred in his eyes.
"Your mother? Didn't she die unexpectedly more than ten years ago?" Cecelia asked.
"Died unexpectedly? Huh..."
Benson sneered and did not explain in detail, but only he understood that his mother's death was by no means an accident, but a tragic death.
He was also present that night when his mother died tragically and witnessed the whole process.
It was because those people have strong backgrounds that they could pretend to be accidental deaths after disregarding a person's life.
From his eyes, one could also understand that his mother probably did not die accidentally. Cecelia could feel the hatred carried by him.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that they had a common hostile direction.
Cecelia also wanted to go back to the Songo family to find out the truth about her grandmother's departure from home and the whereabouts of her mother. "Mr. Quinsey, what are your specific plans to deal with the Songo family?"