Chapter 4

Victoria glanced at Benedict and checked that he wasn't intending to stop her from speaking.

So, she went on, "The Eye of the Dragon resurrects the dead and saves the injured in exchange for a favor instead of monetary gain. Mr. Webber told me that once Dr. Drake steps in, our family will owe him a favor for saving your life. No matter the help he needs in the future, we must do our best for him, or else…"

Derrick asked, "Or else, what?"

Victoria forced a smile on her face and said with feigned casualness, "Or else, Mr. Webber will bankrupt us overnight."

"What?! Did Chad really say that?" Derrick exclaimed, jumping out of bed in shock.

Victoria nodded.

Derrick looked in Benedict's direction, shock and doubt in his eyes. The thoughts in his mind shifted.

As one of Chad's good friends, Derrick naturally knew what Chad was capable of and how frightening he could be. His level of respect and admiration for this young man was sufficient to tell Derrick how frightening and intimidating this legendary doctor was!

Derrick immediately humbled himself.

With a bright smile, he said respectfully to Benedict, "Dr. Drake, please don't worry. I'll abide by your rule, so please tell me if you need any help from now on. I'll go through fire and water for you."

"You don't need to panic. I might have this rule in place, but I seldom go to people for help over the years," Benedict said indifferently.

With that, he slung his bag over his shoulder and said to Victoria, "Send me out, please."

Seeing him making a move to leave, the Marshalls chimed in to make him stay for a meal.

As businessmen adept at socializing and networking, being hospitable and building relationships were second nature to them.

Benedict had saved Derrick and refused to accept money as compensation. If they let him leave without even enjoying a meal, Chad wouldn't spare them even if Benedict didn't blame them.

Given the level of skill Benedict demonstrated, something that even Chad was in awe of, the Marshalls had to find a way to be in his good books.

Benedict, sensing the sincerity in their invitation, thought about how he was now divorced and without a home to return to. Since he had nowhere to go at this moment, he decided to accept his invitation to stay.

"Ms. Marshall can accompany me for the meal. Mr. Marshall, you've just recovered and are still very weak. You'd better not head out these few days and stay at home to recuperate," Benedict said.

"That's fine. Victoria shall represent our family for the meal. You youngsters will have lots to talk about, anyway."

Derrick felt weak indeed and not in a state to head out. He nodded and smiled at Benedict before reminding Victoria to be a good host to Benedict.

Victoria agreed readily and bade her parents farewell before leading Benedict to the car. She instructed the driver, "To Riverside Piazza."

"We're having a meal at Riverside Piazza?"

Benedict was surprised.

Riverside Piazza was Arlen City's most upscale semi-private dining restaurant. It was said to be member-exclusive, and owning the most basic platinum card cost a hundred thousand dollars.

Over the past two years, as Chelsea's business thrived, she became a member at Riverside Piazza as well, occasionally treating her clients to meals there.

Benedict had never been there before.

"Riverside Piazza has a great ambiance, but if you're not happy with the place, we can go elsewhere."

Victoria had no idea what Benedict was thinking, but she quickly suggested an alternative out of concern that he might be upset with her arrangements.

"No need, that place is good enough," Benedict said with a shake of his head, not minding her original suggestion.

After a pause, he went on, "By the way, you don't need to address me as Dr. Drake. Just call me Tristan or Mr. Drake."

"I'll address you as Mr. Drake, then."

Although Benedict didn't look much older than her, Victoria didn't dare to call him by name.

Of course, what she didn't know was that Tristan Drake wasn't his actual name, but a nickname his master gave him back then.

The black luxury car soon arrived at Riverside Piazza.

Before they had the chance to get out of the car, a well-dressed young man approached Victoria, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Vicky, what a coincidence!"

He greeted Victoria with a bright smile, but when he noticed Benedict seated right next to Victoria, his face fell at once.

He rapped on the window and yelled at Benedict, "You bastard, who do you think you are? Are you fit to sit next to Vicky? Get out right this instant!"

Victoria was furious at the man's behavior. She stepped out of the car and rebuked him, "Jeremy, show him some respect! Mr. Drake is my guest, for goodness' sake!"

"What guest? His outfit isn't even worth a thousand dollars. Are you kidding me?"

Jeremy surveyed Benedict from head to toe with a look of disbelief.

Given Victoria's status, her guests were bound to be powerful and influential figures. How could a nobody like Benedict be a guest of hers?

With that, he reached out to grab Benedict in a bid to pull him out of the car.

Victoria was shocked and furious.

Jeremy was the heir of one of the wealthiest families in Arlen City. His grandfather founded Global Champs Group, one of the top five companies in Arlen City, which was by no means inferior to Starlight Group.

The thing was, Jeremy's father Christopher Chase used to be classmates with Derrick back in university. They were very close to each other. The two even joked about betrothing Victoria to Jeremy when they were younger.

Although no one mentioned their childhood betrothal again, Jeremy kept it in mind and persisted in pursuing Victoria even into adulthood. He had always seen Victoria as his fiancee.

That was why he overreacted when he saw Benedict seated next to Victoria and didn't hesitate to attack him.

"Jeremy, you're crazy! Don't you dare lay a finger on Mr. Drake!"

Victoria immediately tried to stop Jeremy when she realized what he was trying to do, but it was too late. Jeremy had already grabbed Benedict's shirt.

"Bastard, get out right now!"

Jeremy's rather handsome face was etched with anger.

However, despite pulling with all his might, Benedict remained seated.

"Let go," Benedict said coldly as he looked at Jeremy.

"You bastard, how dare you glare at me like that! I'll beat you up so badly, even your mother wouldn't be able to recognize you!" Jeremy roared.

Jeremy was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and everyone treated him with respect. Even the elders in his family had never said a harsh word to him in his life.

He was already pissed to begin with, and coupled with the certainty that Benedict was just a lowly commoner, he refused to take Benedict's attitude lying down.

He flew into a rage and lost his head, and sent a punch flying toward Benedict's face.

Benedict smirked as he grabbed Jeremy's fist. A quick twist, and he broke Jeremy's wrist with a resounding crack. He gave a gentle push, sending Jeremy stumbling a few steps back and collapsing on the floor, wailing and howling in pain.

Benedict opened the car door and slowly got out. His gaze swept across Victoria, and he said with displeasure, "Where did you get to know such an unhinged friend?"

Victoria was dumbfounded by Benedict's moves. She broke out into a cold sweat at his intimidating aura, and hurriedly explained herself.

"Mr. Drake, I'm so sorry about this. I didn't expect this to happen."

"I don't mean to blame you. I just want to remind you not to hang out with people like him."

Benedict's tone was indifferent. He ignored Jeremy and headed straight to the entrance of Riverside Piazza.

Victoria glared and scoffed at Jeremy before hurriedly catching up to Benedict.

Jeremy thought Victoria would show concern for his broken wrist. He didn't expect her to simply leave without a word.

"You wretched woman! We're childhood lovers, and you just ignored me like that? And that bastard! How dare he break my wrist?! I'll kill him!"

Jeremy's face twisted with anger as he sputtered viciously at Benedict and Victoria's backs. He gritted his teeth, furious, and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Mr. Drake, this way please."

Victoria caught up to Benedict and led him into the beautifully renovated restaurant, decorated in classic medieval style.

The moment they stepped in, someone from the corner of the restaurant recognized Benedict immediately.

"Mom, look! That's my brother-in-law! He's with a woman I've never seen before!"

A young woman in her twenties who resembled Chelsea somewhat pointed at Benedict, wide-eyed with shock, as she spoke to a middle-aged woman next to her.

The middle-aged woman turned to look at Benedict walking in, and her jaw dropped. The next second, her face flushed red with anger.

"Is that bastard Benedict having an affair?!" she snarled.