Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

My Toyboy 4

“Dad, are you talking about the heir of the Bennett family?” Henry asked.

Matthew nodded. “That’s him.”

Henry looked frustrated. “This is crazy! He’s a big deal in Betrico, totally out of our league. How could we even get on his good side?”

Everyone knew the Bennett family was the richest in the country, with a complex network and history. Jonathan was Clifford’s long–awaited son, born late in life and groomed to take over the family business.

But this guy was super low–key. No one had ever seen him, and the public didn’t even know what he looked like. It was baffling why Matthew suddenly brought him up.

The Bennett family bought the land for Paradise Resort a while ago, I heard that Clifford has put Jonathan in charge of this project. If we can win his favor, our chances of getting picked will definitely improve,” Matthew added.

“Dad, that plan doesn’t make sense. So many people are trying to get close to him. If we just go to Betrico, we probably won’t even see him.”

“Who says we have to go to Betrico? Jonathan is right here in Roncrity, and I’ve heard he’s been here for three years.”

Filip frowned. “A wealthy heir like him inspecting the Paradise Resort project is one thing, but why would he stay here for three years?”

“Jonathan’s mother Susanna is from Roncrity. She moved back here three years ago for her health, and he came along. But not many people know that they’ve been living in Piedmont Manor all this time,” Matthew explained.

Piedmont Manor was a fancy villa halfway up Piedmont Mountain, and it was the only villa there. People said its owner was a reclusive millionaire, but who knew it belonged to the Bennett family?

“Dad, how do you know all this?” Pamela couldn’t help but ask.

“Not many knew before, but now it’s common knowledge because tomorrow is Susanna’s seventieth birthday. It’s a big deal, and we actually got two invitations.

“It’s not just us–other prominent families in the city got invites too. I guess Susanna has lived here long enough that she’s ready to make some connections. But regardless, this is an opportunity, and at’s why I asked Filip to come home urgently,” Matthew explained.

He then pulled out two invitation cards and handed them to Filip and Cynthia. “You both need to attend Susanna’s birthday party tomorrow night. Get a nice gift, and make sure you introduce yourselves to Jonathan. If you can chat him up a bit, even better.”

“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about work during dinner.” Pamela jumped in, “I’ve already cleaned up the bedroom, and you two should go sleep together. Since you’re back, it’s time to start thinking about having a baby.”

Cynthia already had her own room in the Yates residence and had never moved into their shared bedroom even after she married Filip.

“I have plans tonight. I need to go out,” Filip replied coldly.

Pamela slammed her fork on the table. “Go out? To meet that woman? If you leave Cynthia home alone tonight, I’ll make sure to deal with her myself.”

“Mom, don’t do things like that.”

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“Just wait and see.”

15

Cynthia sat quietly in her chair, sipping a bowl of nourishing chicken soup while watching the drama unfold in front of her. Honestly, there was no way she had completely moved on. After all, when her life had hit rock bottom, the two people she trusted most had deeply betrayed her.

She had felt anger and sought revenge before, but time had softened her edges. Now, she could watch everything from at distance, oddly entertained, as if she were watching a show. Even she didn’t know when she had stepped back from her own emotions. But still, she couldn’t help but wonder how far Filip would go for Lilian.

In the bedroom, after a long stretch of heavy silence with Cynthia, Filip stepped out to the balcony and called Lilian. Half an hour later, Cynthia could still hear him comforting Lilian, mixed with her occasional sniffles. Through it all, Filip remained patient and steady.

Cynthia couldn’t help but think back to when she had been with Filip. He had never been this patient with her. They were too familiar with each other, so much so that when he first tried to kiss her, she had burst out laughing at his flushed ears.

“Cyn! What’s so funny?” Young Filip huffed, clearly annoyed.

“I just thought of that time in kindergarten when we tried to dig out a bechive. You got stung, and your lips blew up like a sausage. And your cars? You looked just like a little bat from the storybook!” Cynthia laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Filip just simmered, and after that, he had never dared to kiss her again. They dated for two whole years, and she hadn’t given him her first kiss.

If it hadn’t been for her secret lover, Cynthia figured that she might have turned twenty–three without ever knowing what a kiss felt like. A flash of his stunning face crossed her mind, along with the way he kissed her–filled with passion and desire- like a charming, captivating merman.

Cynthia chuckled to herself–just three hours after breaking up, and she was already missing him. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found his number, saved under “Pretty Boy.”

To her surprise, after three years of being together, she had never even asked for his real name. But she couldn’t really blame herself. Every time they met, it was always late at night, and they would dive right in. When emotions were running high, they would call each other “baby” and “darling.”

Suddenly, she felt like a complete jerk–she just slept with him, after which, she didn’t even know his name.

Just then, her phone buzzed unexpectedly. She glanced at the screen and saw “Pretty Boy” flashing back at her. After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked up the call.

“Miss me already?” Cynthia’s voice came through soft and flirtatious, causing a flutter in the stomach of the man on the other end of the line.

There was a moment of silence before a deep, controlled voice finally replied. “Where are you right now?”

“Just at home.”

“Come over to Greenfield Villa. I need to see you.”

Cynthia twirled her hair, her tone casual. “Can’t do that. I told you, my husband is back. I need to spend the evening with him.”

“Cynthia, you can’t sleep with him,” the man’s voice broke slightly.

“Alright, let’s not push it. If you’re unhappy with our breakup deal, I can throw in a store for you. You won’t even have to work at that Dark Horse Club anymore.”

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“Cynthia, it’s not about the money. Do you even know who I am The man grew anger.

“It doesn’t matter who you are. We’re done,” Cynthia replied, her voice remaining soothing, almost like she was calming a child.

Just then, Filip finally wrapped up his call and stepped in from the balcony.

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Cynthia flashed him a bright smile while speaking on the phone “Alright, my husband’s back. You should probably get some

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On the other end of the line, the man roared, “Cynthia Jones! Don’t you dare hang-”

Cynthia ended the call quickly, set her phone to “Do Not Disturb and placed it face down on the balcony.

Filip glanced over at her, his brow furrowed. “Who was that?”

Just my boyfriend.” Cynthia smiled brightly.

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