It was truly unexpected for the usually composed Eldest Young Master Benson, who always lacked interest in women,
to actually initiate a conversation and directly ask for her name.
How domineering!
The butler was also quite shocked; he had met Morgan Benson. His impression of him was of a very refined and polite man. Why was he behaving so unusually today?
"Mr. Benson..." he hurried forward, "Is there a problem?"
"What's your name?!" Morgan seemed to have not heard him at all, holding on tightly to the woman's hand.
Emily Stone looked dumbfounded, somewhat unclear about the situation, and stood there foolishly, even forgetting to be scared.
Ordinarily, at this point, she would've already screamed.
But she didn't; aside from staring at Morgan with wide eyes, Emily didn't make a sound.
Seeing her silence, Morgan's eyes turned bloodshot from urgency, and he couldn't help yelling, "Tell me, what is your name?!"
