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Synopsis of Poor Billionaire’s Wife: Who Is The Real Boss? PDF Novel
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton’s engagement broke out.
It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane,
who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name.
One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present.
“Wow, she’s so beautiful!”
All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous.
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Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Poor Billionaire’s Wife: Who Is The Real Boss? PDF Novel
Chapter 1 The Benton Family
A woman in a white T-shirt and jeans walked out of the train station in Douburgh with a
Her delicate face turned slightly red as the sun hit her. She tucked wisps of curly hair
behind her ears. Under her arched eyebrows were a pair of bright and pretty eyes, a
slim nose, and cherry lips. She looked so beautiful even though she had no make-up
“Hello! You are Annabel Hewitt, right? I’m the driver sent by the Benton family.”
Annabel nodded and followed the driver into the car casually. She was already worn
On the way, the driver stole glances at the woman, whose eyes were closed as she
rested in the back seat.
This woman was Rupert Benton’s fiancee.
Rupert Benton was the most eligible bachelor in the city. At just twenty-one years old,
he was already the CEO of Benton Group. He was way ahead of his peers. He was a
vigorous, resourceful, and no-nonsense person, causing many in the business world to
be afraid of him.
His grandfather, Bruce Benton, took it upon himself to find a wife for him. And he picked
Annabel, a girl from the countryside.
With his hands on the steering wheel, the driver took another look at Annabel’s innocent
face and clicked his tongue. He envisaged that she would have a hard time with the