Spoiled by the Tycoon's Love

Chapter 4 Are You Satisfied?

In her rage, Aira picked up a glass of wine and splashed it all over Trevor's head. "Are you satisfied now?"

Benjamin watched Aira with approval. She had a personality, like a feisty little cat. Tonight's spectacle certainly hadn't disappointed him—quite entertaining!

Trevor couldn't believe she had the audacity to fight back. He lost his mind and raised his hand to strike Aira.

The moment Trevor moved, Benjamin kicked a nearby chair at him. The chair struck Trevor, sending him sprawling to the floor, even rolling in his embarrassment.

'How dare this i***t lay a hand on my woman in my presence?' he thought.

The men who were hoping to see a good show went silent. A woman was nothing to them, but if she was Benjamin's woman, they wouldn't dare cross her.

"Only a worthless coward hits a woman." Benjamin sneered, wrapping his arm around Aira as they headed toward the door.

Aira glanced at Benjamin's sharp-profiled face. She had only met this man twice, yet he made her feel a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time.

Trevor scrambled to his feet in panic, shouting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mr. Graham, it wasn't on purpose—I didn't mean to hit her! Please give me another chance!"

Benjamin didn't look back, not even slowing his steps.

"Everything the Graham family invested in you will be pulled out. Get ready for bankruptcy."

"No! Don't do this, Mr. Graham!" Trevor shouted in despair, clutching his head.

Aira smirked. It was so satisfying to see him suffer. Scum like him deserved to know what losing everything felt like!

Matthew watched everything with a meaningful expression.

So, Aira had managed to hook up with Benjamin Graham?

On the highway, the Maybach sped along like a swift cheetah. Aira sat in the passenger seat. The wind blew in through the window, gradually clearing her mind.

She felt awkward. Both times she was at her most miserable, it was him who had witnessed it.

"Who are you?" She looked at the man driving.

She had so many questions. Before, she thought this man was just a hotel employee, complying with her request as a side job.

But now, judging from the Patek Philippe watch, the Maybach, and the way other guests had looked at him, it was clear he was no ordinary man.

"Benjamin, Benjamin Graham."

He only said his name, but it was enough to make Aira gasp.

So he was the second son of the Graham family—the top financial conglomerate—and the real power behind it! No wonder he could make Trevor's company go under with a single sentence.

But why was he protecting her? Was it just because they'd slept together for one night?

"Thank you, Mr. Graham." Aira's fingers traced Benjamin's suit jacket as she spoke softly.

"Call me Benjamin."

Aira turned to meet his eyes and sincerely thanked him again. "If it weren't for you, I'd be in real trouble today, Benjamin."

"You shouldn't have come to a place like that." Benjamin kept his eyes on the road, his voice deep.

Aira rested her head on her hand, looking out the window with a bitter smile. "I shouldn't have."

If not for her mother, she would never have gone to that hellish place. She desperately wanted to know what happened that day. But apart from scum, there had been nothing special about the party. Could the message be a lie?

"My mom's in the hospital, and I need money to pay for her medical expenses."

Aira didn't tell Benjamin the full reason. After all, they barely knew each other.

"Short on money?" Benjamin glanced at Aira. For some reason, he felt the urge to help her.

Aira didn't answer, and when she saw the familiar scenery outside the window, she said, "My house is nearby. Stop here."

Benjamin stopped the car and took a checkbook out from his pocket, writing down an amount and his signature before handing it to Aira. The check was for one million dollars—the exact amount Trevor had mentioned earlier.

"Consider it compensation for last night. Protect yourself in the future."

Aira understood she had messed up the party and lost the deal with Trevor. Matthew wouldn't pay her mother's medical bills now. But her pride wouldn't allow her to accept money from a stranger—especially if it seemed like she had earned it by selling her body.

She remained silent, not reaching for the check.

Benjamin seemed to realize that his words had caused a misunderstanding and added, "Don't read too much into it—consider it a friend helping you out."

After a moment of thought, Aira took the check. She also took the pen and the checkbook from Benjamin's hand.

Her pale fingertips brushed against Benjamin's hand, giving him an inexplicable sensation.

"Just borrowing them."

Aira tore out a blank check, seriously writing on the back of it. Her hair fell over her shoulder, covering half of her face.

Benjamin was entranced, wanting to brush the strand of hair away, but Aira had already lifted her head, handing him the note.

"I'll repay this money. I promise, my friend."

Benjamin looked into Aira's eyes, seeing her earnest expression, and accepted the note.

As she disappeared down the street, her figure dwarfed by his oversized jacket, a smile flickered in Benjamin's eyes.

He lit a cigarette, taking out the note, and examined Aira's handwriting.

This woman always managed to surprise and fascinate him. Benjamin raised his hand, and the note caught fire from the cigarette, slowly burning to ashes in the flame.