Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 252

Leading the group was a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, exuding a composed and imposing aura.

Beside him was a tall, stern-faced young man, whose usually severe eyes were now crinkled in a rare, polite smile. He was slightly inclined toward the middle-aged man, saying, "Well then, I hope we have a successful partnership, Mr. Taylor."

"For the Wynn Group, the opportunity you've given us is a lifeline. We will treasure it and give it our all, so as not to disappoint your trust in us."

Mr. Taylor smiled with satisfaction, his tone tinged with a condescending air of charity. "Mr. Wynn, I'm only giving the Wynn Group this chance because of your past capabilities and reputation. I hope... you won't let me down."

"Of course, of course..." The young man... was none other than the Wynn family's eldest son, Benedict Wynn.

Bitterness filled his heart, but he could only force a smile.

There was a time when others would bow and scrape before him, begging for his cooperation.

Now, it was his turn... to humble himself.

Only he knew the depth of the frustration coiling in his gut.

But for the sake of the Wynn family.

He had no choice but to swallow his pride.

Mr. Taylor raised a hand and patted Benedict's shoulder. "Young man, work hard. The Wynn family is lucky to have you…"

Before he could finish, a sharp, piercing voice cut through their conversation.

"You people at the Obsidian Palace are just bullying your customers! Is there no decency left?!"

The group's attention was drawn to the source of the noise. They saw a middle-aged woman in a form-fitting dress being shoved by security guards.

Her hair was a mess, and she was shouting profanities.

She looked... like a madwoman.

Mr. Taylor frowned in disgust. "How can a place like the Obsidian Palace have such a classless shrew? I wonder which family she belongs to. What an absolute embarrassment."

"Yes, yes, how could this place..." Benedict quickly agreed, looking over toward the commotion.

When his gaze landed on the screaming woman, the color drained from his face.

An outsider might not have recognized her.

But he did, in an instant. The disheveled woman screaming with a menacing look on her face was his mother, Marianne!

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