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[This is perfect] He replied almost immediately. [Oh I had to] I raised my gaze to my laptop screen, tapping my cheek with my finger. “What am I to do with you now?” Well, at least I have something to be happy about after a while. The door to my office opened and Benjamin walked in with a scrawl on his face. He took a seat as I closed my laptop. Once he noticed he had my full attention, he spoke. “I got the papers,” he said.

Ben asked tauntingly with a raised brow as he gazed at her with a smirk. 'You wish,' Beatrice thought rolling her eyes at him. "Good morning, sir," She greeted irritatingly. She breathed out waiting for him to take his coffee, which he did and brought to his lips and took a sip, then Beatrice dropped the white envelope on his desk and straightened herself. He raised a brow at her and dropped his cup of coffee on the table. "What is this?" Ben asked with an arched brow questioningly. "My resignation letter," Beatrice answered calmly as Ben shot her a sharp gaze immediately.

Avery stepped inside. Benjamin sat at his desk, hunched over old documents, his hand trembling slightly as he tried to steady himself. He looked older than he had even a week ago—guilt and fear had carved lines into his face that no one cared to notice. “Avery,” he said without lifting his gaze, as if he’d been expecting her. “It’s late. You shouldn’t be awake.” Her hand tightened at her side. “Neither should you… after everything you’ve done.” His head jerked up. His eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to—”

Benjamin, His frigid, predatory gaze fixed on theirs. His grin covers his face like a man who knows he has already won. "You thought you might escape, Noah?" Benjamin's voice is dripping with contempt. "You never stood a chance." The space bursts into activity. With swords drawn and eyes shining with the promise of devastation, Benjamin's troops swarm in. As Rachel looks about for any escape from this dream, her heart pounds in her chest. Her legs, though, feel like lead, and each breath is choked with anxiety.

There was a particularly nasty dream that I had on the night I turned eighteen. In that dream, there were four Benjamins and they had all fucked me so good, I had woken up with a delicious ache in my slit the next day. “Yes, and I know I shouldn't want you, Diana. You are Leah’s best friend. But I do, and it's driving me nuts,” Benjamin continued, a frustrated lilt to his voice, which I found hot. “I've never wanted anyone or anything like this before.” Although I could feel his warm finger tracing circles on my face, it still felt surreal to hear his confession.

And poured the liquid down his throat. Julia was buried beneath the sky as it descended over her head. Why did they take so much money in the first place, and if they did, why did they send her to him? Julia fought in her thought. Benjamin noticed Julia's internal struggle and said, "You seemed like you are foreign about this matter.” Noting her horrified expression. When Julia moved her lips, only her warm breath came out instead of words as her troubled eyes raised in anxiety. Benjamin leaned forward at that precise moment and said, "I really enjoyed talking with you. So, if you give me your time, I will help you.”

"Mr. Sinclair, I don't want to leave. I want to stay by Isabella's side…" "Listen to me," James said evenly. "You know the Sinclairs' status in Eastmere. I don't think you're worthy of Isabella. Take this money and start a business. If you can one day stand as my equal, I won't interfere in your relationship with her." With that, he left. Benjamin had no choice. That same day, he was urgently transferred to the capital. The universe's musings were unpredictable. After recovering in the capital, Benjamin sank into decadence and drowned his sorrows in alcohol each day. With 1,500,000 dollars at his disposal, he had no need to worry about survival.

Benjamin simply grabbed the papers, his eyes cutting across the room to lock onto mine. "Get up, Jane," Benjamin whispered. "The soft life is officially dead. It's time to run."

He answered the call respectfully, then the other party asked coldly, “Why haven’t you come up yet? Hasn't she arrived?” Benjamin reported loudly, “She’s here. We’ll go up right away!” After hanging up the phone, he quickly whispered to Nora, “The Devil is angry. Let’s hurry and head up.” He was referring to Julian as the Devil. Nora could not stop laughing, and she was still laughing when she followed Benjamin into the elevator. ‘Julian’s secretary is hilarious! I wonder how Julian would react if he found out that he’s being called a Devil behind his back. He would probably be furious!’

We need to know what is going on so that we can get an end to this and the best way to do that is to find out why Benjamin rejected Claudia. Benjamin’s face slowly morphs from the stoic expression of a warrior to that of a young, scared wolf. His face falls into his hands and he takes several deep, shuddering breaths. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and moist. “What’s going on, Benjamin?” I ask. “I can’t put her through it. I wish that I’d never met her.” A lone tear courses down his cheeks. “What? What can’t you put her through?” Liam asks.