Benjamin Williams was in an unusually good mood. When he said those words, the bitterness on his brother's face only deepened, replaced by a weary helplessness.
For as long as he could remember, this was probably the phrase his father had repeated most often to him.
Learn from your brother!
As a child, he loved to play and was mischievous all day long. His grades were always at the bottom of the class.
Liam also liked to have fun, but he always finished his homework before relaxing.
So every final exam, his big brother was ranked first in the entire city.
And him? Benjamin?
If you looked at his ranking, you could find the total number of students in their grade.
So when he came home, he was always punished and lectured.
That was it. Learn from your brother.
The truth was, he wasn't stupid. In terms of IQ, he wasn't much inferior to Liam.
But a stubborn rebellious streak had consumed his entire youth.
So he grew used to the whispers behind his back: he was the youngest son of the Williams family, illiterate and unworthy, not even worth a single finger of his elder brother.
His big brother could do everything perfectly every single time, while he was always at the bottom.
When his brother became a soldier, he rose from a simple recruit to a respected colonel; Benjamin was a street punk who refused to even step into the barracks.
His brother was the most capable and responsible president of Pinnacle Corporation, while he was the richest playboy in the city, constantly making headlines for his scandals.
What's more, his brother could make any woman fall for him, but Benjamin couldn't even win the heart of the one woman he truly wanted.
These things, one by one, had carved deep wounds into his heart.
Since he was born, he had lived in his big brother's shadow. He had no complaints.
Benjamin could care about nothing—fame, wealth, status.
But the woman he cared about most had become the most painful wound in his heart.
Without realizing it, he had walked further and further down this path.
So Benjamin had been carrying the heavy burden of rebellion for years.
But he didn't want to change at all. He was more casual than rebellious.
As if this casualness would give him a little sense of existence in the Williams family.
He had suddenly decided to work at Las Vegas Entertainment City because, one night, he had gotten drunk.
Then he had a dream. The girl in the dream smiled at him and said the man she liked should have strong strength and be able to protect her forever.
The familiar figure, with a voice like a bell, became Benjamin's only spiritual support.
This time, he would try his best to become that man.
Liam knew nothing about all this. How could he have guessed?
His own excellence and perfection had brought so much harm to his closest brother.
He saw Benjamin's stubbornness and willfulness, but he never thought of any other reason.
Liam just felt that his younger brother might be naturally playful.
At least, he thought Benjamin had no scheming in him, just a lack of maturity.
As for men, they grew up through these experiences.
Liam was just waiting. One day, when Benjamin had enough fun and enough madness, his younger brother would calm down and do things steadily.
Since he had seen the serious and focused Benjamin in his study a few days ago, he had probably made up his mind.
That was why he made such an important decision on the spot: let Benjamin take over Las Vegas Entertainment City directly.
What he gave Benjamin was full trust.
After dinner, Emma Johnson and Liam Williams drove to the scene of the Milan Fashion House press conference in the powerful SUV.
It seemed that since last time Liam warned Matthew, the driver, not to talk too much when they got in the car.
Every time Matthew drove them, he started sweating and was very nervous.
Besides, today Liam's face was really not good.
He could only silently pray in his heart. Even if they fought, don't involve him.
Emma also noticed that Liam's behavior was strange. Was it because he was too tired?
She took a careful look at Liam, trying to find a topic to talk about.
But after thinking for a long time, her brain felt like paste. She lost her chain at the critical moment.
Emma tilted her head and thought for a long time, but couldn't hold back a word. Instead, Liam said, "You have a nice custom-made skirt. Does she know your size?"
To be honest, this question had been hovering in Liam's mind during breakfast just now.
Such a high-grade dress fit Emma perfectly. It didn't seem off at all.
It was custom-made. That was just...
What Liam didn't understand was that if she had the clothes made to order, then her measurements must be clear.
After listening, Emma paused for a moment. "Yes, of course she knows my size. Anyway, we grew up together. It's normal. I also remember how big she wears."
Emma didn't think there was anything wrong. Isabella did know this.
"I'm your husband. I don't know your size yet. Can you tell me?"
Emma just felt the question was a little stiff.
No matter how much Liam wanted to find a topic, he shouldn't ask this question, right?
A girl's measurements were at least private, okay?
He asked so directly, and wasn't there another driver in front?
She hesitated for a long time, then whispered out three numbers. "88, 58, 84..."
They were bust, waist, hip.
Emma was 1.6 meters tall. Because she was thinner, the size was smaller.
But just looking at these figures, you could imagine that although she was a little petite, there was still some curve.
Liam's eyes were slightly stunned.
88?
He immediately raised an eyebrow and looked at Emma again. The skirt she wore today revealed her graceful posture at a glance.
So, wasn't Emma's chest small?
Come to think of it, Liam hadn't touched her for a long time.
The image of eating her soft tofu flashed in his mind, and his fingers trembled.
As if that kind of soft and warm feeling was still vivid.
Emma finished speaking and immediately regretted it!
What was she doing?
How could she tell Liam this so easily?
Her mood at the moment was really...
She wished she could slap herself twice. Why was her mouth so loose?
Emma turned her head, trying to act like she didn't care.
But she couldn't do it!
The temperature in the car was obviously 17 or 18 degrees, but Emma's face was red.
Liam was speechless.
He had asked first, so how could he be quiet at the critical moment?
A cold expression. Was this satisfied or dissatisfied?
Emma's head was spinning. Sure enough, she had married such a cold husband.
She had to be ready to chat with him and be frozen at any time.