Benson Be Gone Regular Show นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“In olden times, a mistress bearing a child for the family was considered a good thing. Going by that logic, I should actually thank you. If you’re okay with it, the child can even call me Mom. I’ll accept it, reluctantly.” Seeing Sarah huffing with anger, I laughed. I really hadn’t known Summer could be so good at provoking people. Sarah’s face turned ashen. Just as she was about to continue morally cornering me in front of the onlookers, Summer calmly took out her phone and played a video. The footage showed Tim switching out the samples. Summer spoke slowly and clearly, every word landing hard. “So, Ms. Weller, this child should be a Ziegler.”

The next morning, Benson, the real estate agent, woke up. After he washed up, he entered his dining room in loose pajamas. His maid had already prepared breakfast for him. There was bread, milk, and a boiled egg. Benson ate the bread and drank the milk, enjoying them very much. Ever since he cured the Heart Eater poison in his body, he had felt more relaxed as if he had regained his youth. Free days where he was not controlled by others were truly comfortable.

Kai asked not trying to hide the suspicion in his voice. Benson however answered carelessly like it was nothing. “I try to make my other colleagues feel happy once in a while and i happen to pick today for our get together, to catch up on what life holds for us.” Kai still didn’t believe a single word that came out from that assholes mouth, My eyes searched over the house, it was like every normal one out there, conversations about vacations and all came up, Willams wasn’t here, i noticed. A very forbidden part of me tried to play with my mind by making me entertain the thought that he might be with Venn but i pushed it aside. Deep into the hole it came from.

Suddenly, the door opened. Mom came in. I tried to take her hand, opening my mouth, but nothing came out. Mom, I'm not feeling good. However, Mom just looked at me coldly and threw her phone onto the bedside table. A video was playing on the screen. It showed what had happened before I passed out. At the start, I was curled up quietly in a corner. Then, abruptly, I began beating against the walls with my fists, pounding so hard that my hands began bleeding. The blood dripped down my arms and onto the ground.

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

Before he left, James visited the west tower. Lynette was sitting by the window and basking in the sunlight. She rose and bowed when she saw him. “I’m going to Westhill for a few days. You… should take care.” He swallowed the rest of his words when he saw the red marks that had not fully faded from Lynette’s cheek. “Safe travels, Your Majesty.” Lynette was polite and distant as always. James hesitated for a moment before taking a bottle out of his pocket. “This ointment should help the swelling. Use it.”

"Mr. Hale, are you home? The art troupe performance is starting." Art troupe performance? Kyson suddenly remembered that Jodie's performance was tonight. In the past, as long as he wasn't on duty, he would go to the hall early and wait. Today, he had forgotten. After washing his face, Kyson headed to the hall. By the time he found a seat, the performance had already begun. Andrew Poole, sitting beside him, looked surprised. "Kyson, what's with you? You're late today. Aren't you afraid of missing Jodie's performance?"

His mouth moved wordlessly, as if he was cursing yet also begging me. As for Curtis, his loyal lapdog, he had long since disappeared without a trace. I heard he was the first to sneak away like a coward when the security guard started clearing the place out. Of course, when times got tough, the rest would bail. The elevator descended smoothly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at my T-shirt and flip-flops. It was time to say goodbye to this chapter of my life. … A week later, in the Neal residence, I sat by the pool as I leisurely sipped on some coffee.

They just walked into the room, and there was about an hour more before the shooting began, so she didn’t understand why anyone would be looking for them so soon. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Master Benson wishes to see you now. He said you two needed to go through the script before everyone gathered.” A timid voice sounded outside the van, and the two girls recognized it to be one of Benson’s assistants. Being an A-List actor, he enjoyed a lot of privileges in his agency, including having three different assistants at his beck and call. “Bella would be out in a jiffy,” Chloe responded, and the two could hear the faint sound of his receding footsteps after he acknowledged them and took his leave.