Chapter 007: This Husband is Quite Formidable!

James Anderson hesitated for a moment, his face flushing, and he seemed somewhat at a loss for words.

"If you brought me here today seeking justice, you might have mistaken your target. When I brought your woman to the company, it was for work, not to share my husband's bed! If you're here merely to inform me of this matter, hoping I'll keep Benjamin Mitchell in check, then I must apologize, as I don't have that ability," Emily Thompson said each word deliberately.

If she had the power to control Benjamin Mitchell, he wouldn't have so many mistresses.

No woman wants her husband to gallivant around outside, especially since she once had deep feelings for Benjamin Mitchell and truly loved him.

"Do you truly not care in the slightest that he's with other women?" James Anderson stared at her, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Only then did Emily Thompson look up at the foolish man before her and say, "I advise you to stop. Although Benjamin Mitchell slept with your woman, I am his lawful wife, the face of 'the Mitchell Clan' outside. Kidnapping me is equivalent to slapping him in the face. Believe me, provoking him like this won't end well for you."

Emily Thompson's tone was indifferent, yet it carried a convincing power.

James Anderson wanted to speak, but his phone suddenly rang, a video call.

The background of the video was a messy living room, with shattered furniture everywhere—it was his home!

The woman's cries echoed through the screen.

"James Anderson... Come back... Save us...,"

James Anderson's eyes widened as he watched his sister and mother being kidnapped on the screen, shouting in panic, "What are you doing! Let go of my mother and sister!"

"I heard my wife was invited over by you as a guest, so in return, I thought I should invite your mother and sister for tea..."

A slow, deep voice, cutting through the cries, like a sponge that absorbed all the noise, making everything sound pleasant.

James Anderson's pupils dilated, his face drained of color as he yelled at the man on the video, "Benjamin Mitchell, what do you want!"

In the video, Benjamin Mitchell was elegantly seated on a sofa, his long legs crossed, holding a purple clay teacup in his distinctively articulated hand. His eyes were slightly closed, exuding a lazy demeanor, yet his stern profile carried an undeniable air of nobility and pride.

"Brother... Please... Make him let us go..." James Anderson's sister cried.

"What should I do? Your sister seems a bit scared of me... You tell me, if I throw her from upstairs, will she die, or will she end up permanently disabled?"

Benjamin Mitchell slowly raised his head, his icy gaze fixed on the camera.

James Anderson's face drained of color.

But Benjamin Mitchell, in the video, just left him with a retreating back.

Terrified, James Anderson quickly untied Emily Thompson. He then collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, his earlier hostility replaced by pleading. He knelt before Emily Thompson, begging, "Emily Thompson, I'll let you go, please, just release my mother and sister..."

Emily Thompson glanced at his panicked appearance, her gaze flickering slightly. She turned and walked towards the endless darkness outside.

After finally flagging down a taxi, Emily Thompson returned to the city. However, she didn't know how to face Benjamin Mitchell.

Nor did she want to see Benjamin Mitchell.

What came to mind were the words Benjamin Mitchell had said when he proposed, "Emily Thompson, all I want is you, regardless of status, wealth, or position—just you."

The entrance of the community was bustling, with young couples embracing each other, exchanging smiles.

The night wind was chilly, cutting through her thin blazer, chilling to the bone. Emily Thompson hugged herself, exhaling a white mist.

She suddenly remembered that today was February 14th, Valentine's Day.

"I told you to book the tickets early, but you didn't listen. Now they're sold out. What should we do?"

"I didn't expect the tickets to sell out so quickly. Otherwise, shall we try another theater?"

A couple by the roadside was quietly arguing.

Emily Thompson paused, then turned and walked towards them. She took out two movie tickets from her pocket and handed them over.

The arguing couple looked at the elegantly dressed woman in front of them in surprise, momentarily stunned.

"Take them, and enjoy yourselves," Emily Thompson said.

The young man scratched his head sheepishly. "Aren't you going with your partner?"

Emily Thompson chuckled softly. "No, he doesn't enjoy these things."

Without waiting for their thanks, she turned and continued walking.

At that moment, a car pulled out of the community. Emily Thompson walked over slowly, and the car suddenly stopped. Sitting inside was William Turner!

As William Turner didn't roll down the window, Emily Thompson didn't see him.

When William Turner returned to the room this morning, Emily Thompson had already left, but she had left something behind—a work ID.

The ID bore Emily Thompson's name and company.

William Turner looked at the receding figure of Emily Thompson through the rearview mirror and realized that this woman wasn't as composed as she had appeared before him.

Walking alone in the dark, she seemed particularly lonely and desolate, like a poor abandoned creature.

Seeing Emily Thompson like this, William Turner's gaze softened.

His phone buzzed.

He raised his hand to turn on the car light, intending to answer the call, but his eyes fell on the work ID in the glove compartment. He picked it up and answered the phone.

"Brother! My good brother, please, return my new car to me!"

Listening to Alexander Davis wail on the other end of the line, William Turner raised an eyebrow. His gaze remained on the work ID in his hand as he said, "I've test-driven the car. It performs well. You can pick it up from the Pearl Coast parking lot tomorrow night."

"That's for sure! It's an imported modified supercar from the Las Vegas auto show. I've been eyeing it for half a year. It cost me a fortune!" Alexander Davis muttered.

Last night, when he left William Turner's room, he forgot to close the door, and this morning, William Turner confiscated his new car... He was really pitiful...

What he didn't know was that because he didn't close the door properly, Emily Thompson mistakenly entered William Turner's room, saw William Turner's naked body, and ended up vomiting on him...

William Turner didn't say anything more, his slender finger rubbing the work ID.

"Brother, you're back! Tonight, the others are preparing a grand welcome party for you at the Golden Gate..."

"No need. I have to work late at the office. You guys have fun."

Alexander Davis clearly wasn't satisfied with this reason. "Working late again! Brother, you've been using this excuse for years. Aren't you tired of annoying us! You spend all day staring at a bunch of data charts. What's the point!"

"Those are more interesting than a bunch of freeloaders like you guys." William Turner smirked.

Alexander Davis hesitated for a moment before speaking in a sarcastic tone, "Big Brother, working day and night like this, you're squandering your physical capital while you're still young. Don't wait until you want to use it, only to find your strength fails you!"

William Turner nodded thoughtfully, seeming to ponder for a moment. "Don't worry, the lean camel is bigger than the horse."

"Got it, Big Brother, you're formidable! We juniors bow before you!"