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Evelyn touched her nose, lowered her voice, and asked tentatively, "If you want mental compensation, can you ask for less money?" Hearing this, Benjamin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was seriously thinking about this question. However, Evelyn couldn't be more anxious. The longer he kept silent, the uneasier she was. She was afraid that he would not let her go. She liked reading novels, including the stories of rich and famous families. She also knew that some rich people were very difficult to deal with. She was afraid that Benjamin, who dressed well and looked handsome, would suddenly blackmail her. "Is that okay?" She put her palms together devoutly and looked at him with expectant

Adeline's voice trembled. "Benjamin, please—" "No, Adeline. I won't support this. You're breaking Dad's trust," Benjamin said. Adeline's heart sink. "You don't understand," Adeline whispered. Benjamin's voice turned cold. "I understand one thing: he's behind your money. That's all," Benjamin accused. The car fell silent. Adeline's tears dripped onto her lap. Benjamin's jaw clenched. ******************************************* Sebastian paced his living room, his mind racing with concern as the minutes ticked by with no word from Adeline, his heart heavy with the weight of Benjamin's disapproval and the uncertainty of Adeline's safety.

Incredible. "You're reading the wrong edition, Brian." Melissa, a classmate from the art subject, winked at him playfully. "Josephine clouded your head you can't discern the right book to read, huh?" "Sod off." He mock-glared at her before standing up. "Careful on the fifth isle! A tigress is sleeping in there." "Your manners is as astounding as your grades. This is a library, learn to be quiet." "Ooh, harsh."

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.

Benjamin turned to his female assistant and Hannah and ordered, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring a cup of good coffee to the VIP lounge. Oh yes, bring some snacks too." Hannah was taken aback at first. Then, she quickly responded and ran to the pantry. However, Liam waved her hands calmly and said, "There's no need for all the hassle. Didn't you want to talk? Let's talk here." "Here?" Benjamin was confused, but he still nodded and continued, "Sure, since that's what you said, let's talk here, then. Are you sure you want to buy the most expensive King Mansion in Emerald Lake?" Benjamin's attitude was drastically different from earlier. He was mocking and insulting Liam a moment a

Benjamin's emotions act faster than his brain; a complete opposite of his older sister, Claire. They have always been quite different in management of their relationships with people. Benjamin is excessively nice and driven by his compassion. However, Claire is the type that would sit comfortably on a bus and leave an aged man standing for as long as she got the seat first. If it's not for family, it's not worth it for Claire and to her at the moment, if Benjamin was out of school by that time of the day, then he must be in danger of a looming disaster.

He said, voice dropping into a gravelly timbre that caressed my ears in an ever so sensual manner. “Yes, daddy,” I replied, splaying my hands on his chest, both impressed and further aroused by the fact that I could feel the outline of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. “Where did you get this brilliant idea from, baby girl?” Benjamin asked, one hand now gripping my waist while the other hovered over my ass. “From a novel,’’ I truthfully stated, “But in the novel, she drank creamed alcohol off the guy. I want us to do ice cream because I want to be alert when we fuck.”

she added, glancing at her colleagues to emphasize the gravity of the situation. Hunter leaned forward, his intense gaze fixed on the screen, where Trisha and Joyril had displayed images of Benjamin’s friend and the mafia they had crossed. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the monitor, as Hunter's mind raced through the information presented to him. Benjamin had always been an artist, someone immersed in creativity and far removed from the intricacies of business dealings. It was no surprise that he’d been duped—he lacked the savvy to navigate the complexities of the trade his friend had led him into. What puzzled Hunter, however, was Benjamin’s initial decision to enter the bu

Removing some books from the top, my heart leaped for joy when I saw a book that I actually liked. "Thank you," I said with a smile as I pulled it out and admired the cover. "I'll continue to make use of them all." "What book is that?" Benjamin asked as he leaned in to look at the cover. "It's a fiction novel about romance in the midst of a plague," I answered and before I knew it, I was blabbering away.

Jennifer bit her lip, taking one last look at his perfectly proportioned physique, then turned and left. Now that Benjamin could walk again, planning her next move would be even easier. No rush—take it slow. Benjamin had always been a man of contradictions, especially when it came to feelings. He was emotionally dense. She would make him realize, eventually, that she was the one he truly loved. Sitting coldly in his chair, Benjamin tapped on his computer screen and saw that news about Mr. Reed was everywhere. The man was being cursed left and right online. He would be swamped cleaning up the mess for a while.