Chapter 95

BCB was a benchmark for all TV stations in the country, a listed company backed by Betrico Multimedia, a seemingly Bennett family enterprise. Cynthia, however, wasn't well-versed in the business world.

"Mr. Stewart," she said, "I've participated in study exchanges at numerous stations. Let's give this opportunity to someone else."

Over the past year, she'd visited at least thirty prefectural-level TV stations, finding the experience tedious—endless meetings and socializing with powerful figures. It often felt like she was playing hostess, occasionally subjected to harassment from some capitalists, a social scene she disliked.

Freddie's face fell. "This is different. You must go."

BCB had specifically requested Cynthia's presence. Freddie had meant to do her a favor, but she refused. He confessed, "BCB's big shots want to see you. If you don't go, I'll be in trouble. I'll give you five days of annual leave."

"Ten days," Cynthia countered.

Freddie, frustrated by her unexpected leverage, agreed. When she pressed for names, he admitted, "I don't know. My superiors only said it's a high-ranking Betrico Multimedia executive."

Cynthia frowned. She had no contacts within Betrico Multimedia and knew no senior executives. She suspected the Bennett family's involvement, perhaps related to Jonathan. Though unconcerned, she didn't tell Jonathan about the trip; he'd returned to Betrico after she left the BJ Building.

The three-day trip included a free day; perhaps she could see Jonathan then. The next day, Cynthia and Freddie took a nine o'clock flight, arriving two hours later at a Betrico hotel. After checking in, they enjoyed a buffet before heading to BCB.

Timothy Blair, BCB's head, greeted them, surprising Freddie. While known for looking down on other stations' heads (RNN's Alison called him a bigot), he was overly enthusiastic towards Cynthia, personally giving them a tour. His Santa Claus-like smile mirrored her surprised expression. The tour, followed by a production meeting showcasing BCB's successful live variety shows (the purpose of their visit), lasted until four o'clock.

Afterwards, Timothy approached Cynthia. "Ms. Jones, please wait. The chairwoman wishes to meet you."

Cynthia was surprised. "The chairwoman?"

Freddie interrupted. "Betrico Multimedia's chairwoman? Isn't she abroad?"

Timothy replied, "She recently returned. She's always known Ms. Jones."

Confused, Cynthia asked, "Who is she?"

Freddie exclaimed, "You don't know? Betrico Multimedia backs BCB, and its chairwoman is the legendary Whitney Bennett."

Cynthia knew Whitney—Jonathan's older sister, and his estranged sibling. Her heart pounded. Why did Whitney want to see her? She needed to tell Jonathan.

After Timothy left, Cynthia called Jonathan repeatedly, but he didn't answer. A middle-aged woman then entered the conference room.

Elegantly dressed in a white suit, with shoulder-length curly hair and subtle makeup, the well-maintained woman appeared younger than her forties. Her complexion mirrored Jonathan's, and she possessed an aura of aloofness. Her Hermes bag and designer heels, devoid of excessive jewelry, exuded sophistication and elegance.

Putting away her phone, Cynthia greeted her. "Ms. Bennett, I've heard much about you." They shook hands.

Whitney's sharp gaze assessed Cynthia. Smiling, she said, "You know I'm Jonathan's older sister. As his publicly acknowledged girlfriend, call me Whitney."

Cynthia, respectful but firm, replied, "You're a senior and elder; I'd prefer Ms. Bennett."

Whitney shrugged. "Suit yourself."

She tossed her bag onto a chair and casually asked, "First time in Betrico?"

"As a child, yes. My first time as an adult," Cynthia replied honestly.

"Like the scenery?" Whitney added.

"Betrico is prosperous; I do," Cynthia answered.

Whitney smiled, "Betrico's prosperity can blind people." The implication: Cynthia was only with Jonathan for his wealth.

Cynthia smiled. "Prosperity exists everywhere. I'll heed your advice and cultivate my heart."

Whitney showed a flicker of appreciation. "You remind me of myself. I like you."

Cynthia maintained her respectful distance. "Thank you, Ms. Bennett."

Freddie, sweating nervously, observed Whitney subtly intimidating Cynthia. Yet, Cynthia remained respectful and composed, deflecting the pressure.

Whitney stated, "It's late. We have a banquet at Quilton Palace. Cynthia, join us."