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the judge said looking at Benson Benson stood still for sometime then he raised his head up and began to speak “Your honour these chats that Wilson brought to court today are fake and I was the one who forged them, Mr Wilson came to me with a large amount of money for me to forge these chats for him I had no idea why he wanted it and I assumed it wasn't my business so I just took the money and did as he said” “So how much exactly did Mr Wilson offer you?” the Judge asked Benson was quite the he replied “he offered me seventy-thousand dollars your honour”

“Benson, this is not the time for this. Can we talk about this later?” The aura around Benson became freezing. His chest rose sharply. He clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands stood out. He sneered, then walked closer to Jude. “No. We must talk about this now! Jude, how come I didn’t know you had a problem with Kaida? What did she do wrong? How dare you even have an opinion on the choice of our Alpha and the one the Moon Goddess chose?!” My lips tightened as I looked down. I didn’t stop Benson and instead listened coldly. Though my Beta had always been cheerful and looked weak, only a few people knew Benson’s strength when he exploded.

Then Benson glanced over his watch, then at the grand stairs as if waiting for someone. "Should I call the servant to call on him?" Helen asked. "Who?" Chelsea asked. "It's Benson's son, dearest." Chelsea drank from her wine. "Toddler?" "He is twenty-seven. Helps his father manage his real estate empire." "He’s more into urban developments, sustainable designs, luxury projects with… conscience, if that makes sense.” "Ladies," a new voice sounded behind. Kyla and Chelsea stiffened at once, their face turning pale. Benson's son stepped forward, and the air turned still. Shock shimmered in his eyes that darted between Kyla and Chelsea.

“I have a client call in half an hour—out of LA. I can’t reschedule it. I’m so sorry.” He stood there for a second too long, not sure what to say. “It’s okay,” he said finally, though it wasn’t. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek—absent, distracted—and disappeared into her home office. The soft click of the door closing behind her sounded louder than it should have. Benson didn’t eat dinner. He wrapped up the takeout he’d ordered in hopeful preparation and put it in the fridge. Then he sat on the back patio with a cold beer and a heavier heart, watching the sky fade from cobalt to black.

Benson reached Melbourne right about the time he expected he would. He went straight to the hotel that he had booked beforehand to take a shower and relax a little. After having a refreshing bath, he sat by the window taking in the view of the city. He phoned Alita to check up on her and Julie. “Hey, Alita,” he smiled. “Good morning, sir…” Alita said sounding nervous. “How are you and my little angel?” Benson rose from the chair he sat and walked closer to the side of the wall where it was all glass. He had chosen that room, particularly for the view and also because he was at the edge of the building where he was sure fewer people hung around.

I gritted my teeth trying not to cry out in pain. "Julian " I said, my voice shaking. "Look at the data on the screen!" MASTER ACCESS DETECTED: BENSON-03 LOCATION: MANHATTAN DISTRICT INFRASTRUCTURE The words on the screen were blurry. I could make them out. Benson-03. My heart felt like it was being crushed. My mind was racing with fear. My father was Benson-01. I was Benson-02. The system needed a direct match from our family to work.

(Rose’s POV) Benson didn’t call this time. He sent a message. Simple. Direct. No unnecessary words. Location. 8 PM. A few seconds later, another message followed— An address. Different from the restaurant we had met at before. That alone told me something. Benson didn’t repeat patterns. He changed variables. And tonight… the setting was one of them. I stared at the address for a moment, my thoughts already aligning. A new location meant a new environment—and with someone like Benson, environment was never random.

Benson nods and turns to leave. “Benson.” Ally calls after him. Benson turns and walks back to Ally. He comes to stand in front of her and crouches slightly so he can be level with her. Ally watches him closely. She did not expect him to react this way. It is as if he is hungry for her attention and would grab at anything she gives him. She suddenly feels very sorry for him. He must have gone through hell while she was in hospital. Ally raises her hand and lightly strokes the back of her hand over his cheek. Benson closes his eyes and lightly leans into her touch. Everything he does only confirms to Ally that she is right about him being in hell while she was away.

Benson eyed her with that sorry look on his eyes, but his face remained stoic. Tamara swallowed hard. “I… It’s fine.” She hesitantly said. The beta just nodded. “Besides, you must not apologize to anyone, Miss. Especially not to me.” Benson seriously told her that makes her forehead creased because of confusion. “What do you mean by that?” She was curiously baffled as she asked him. He just remained silent and took a swift glimpse at her. She was about to say something when he instantly announced that they were already in the mansion.

They are taking back the pieces she was the program we are just background noise that they do not need anymore. Suddenly the red mud beneath Benson disappeared completely. He fell into a hole of darkness. He was saved by Junes strong grip on his arm. He swung over the space his boots kicking at nothing. Benson gasped, "June my arm is slipping!" The sweat on his skin made it impossible for her to hold on.