Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 77: Why Should I Listen to You?

"Gwenda Evans, I know you're home. Open the door!"

The next second, Benson's voice sounded outside the door.

In the living room, Olivier stood up and walked towards her. "Who is it?"

"My dad."

Gwenda frowned. She did not want to open the door.

Olivier asked in a low voice, "Don't want to see him?"

Gwenda did not reply.

Benson's deep voice sounded again. "Gwenda, open this d*mned door. I'll give you a minute. If you

don't open the door, I'll get someone to smash the lock."

"Do you want me to deal with it?"

Olivier's face darkened.

Gwenda pondered for a moment before looking up. "If I may trouble you to hide in the bedroom for a

bit? I'll deal with him."

"Is that really okay?"

"I'll be fine."

Gwenda nodded.

"Alright."

Olivier turned and entered the bedroom.

Gwenda rubbed her throbbing temples, took a deep breath and opened the door.

"You..."

Benson was going to shout again, but the door suddenly opened.

Stunned, he sneered. "You're finally willing to open the door?"

"What's the matter?"

Gwenda's face was impassive and her tone was flat.

"I'm your dad, is that how you talk to me?"

Seeing how nonchalant she was, Benson got angry again and his loud voice could be heard throughout

the entire building.

Gwenda had been ill from the beginning, so her father's loud voice aggravated her condition. Rubbing

her forehead, Gwenda sighed. "So, why did you find me?"

Benson did not notice that something was amiss from his daughter. Seeing that her attitude was still so Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

cold, he was angrier than ever. "Are you going to make me stand out here while talking to you?"

...

After a moment's hesitation, Gwenda turned aside and said, "Come in then."

They entered the apartment.

When he passed through the entryway, Benson saw the masculine leather shoes on the floor. He

frowned and looked around the apartment. Once he was certain that there were no other man present,

he asked, "You really have a new boyfriend?"

Gwenda paused briefly as she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the secondary bedroom

before replying coldly, "I'm an adult now, not a child. Can't I have a boyfriend?"

She had always clashed with Benson since young. So, there was enmity towards him whenever she

spoke with her father.

Just like now. She could have explained herself, but a rebellious mentality surged from within her and

she just had to make him feel disgusted.

Benson was upset in an instant. He glared at Gwenda with fury and demanded, "I never said that you

couldn't have a boyfriend. But you should at least do a background check on him if you want to be with

him! Tell me honestly, who is he? Is he the one who found your studio?"

"You know about the studio?"

Gwenda asked in surprise.

"Oh, please. You weren't even trying to hide it! Now the whole of KG Entertainment knows!"

Benson snorted grumpily.

Gwenda's eyes flashed.

She had not intended to hide it from him anyway. If he knew about it, then fine.

"So you came here today to talk about the studio?"

Gwenda saw through the intent of his visit.

Benson did not bother to hide either. "Yes! In addition to the studio, I want to talk about that boyfriend of

yours!"

"I don't think there's anything to talk about, though."

Gwenda sat on the couch as she felt a little weak, but her tone did not change. "I don't need you to

meddle in my affairs."

Hearing this, Benson was enraged further. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm doing this for your

own good! Do you even know what the f*ck you're doing? You're helping some outsider steal the

family's company resources! Are you dumb?"

Gwenda said nothing.

"Oh, so he thinks that the studio belongs to someone else.

And I, as his daughter, is helping that person to deal with him.

How bloody hilarious." Gwenda thought with a dry smile.

She chose not to deny it. "I know what I'm doing. You don't have to worry about it."

"You..."

Benson was frustrated. "I don't care what you want to do. I order you to leave that man, quit that job,

and come home!"

Gwenda looked up at him and said coldly, "And why should I listen to you?"