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Sally looked at him and spoke solemnly, “Actually, they never treat me well at all, so I have no reason to be further indebted to you for their sake.” Elijah’s hand which was holding the glass of milk shuddered. “You think that if I help you, you are indebted to me?” The little lady in her pajamas nodded in all seriousness. “I am already deeply indebted to you.” Elijah looked up, his deep-set eyes staring at her through the black silk. “Who am I to you?” Sally twitched her lips. “You are my benefactor.” “Just a benefactor?” “My husband too.” “And?”

She didn't regret going at all. "One day at a time, comrade," Marco spoke again. "Congratulations also for coming for a friend, even though she didn't come. Don't give up on her, comrade, she is not a failure for not coming, and I believe she would have liked to come. As you could see from the stories of the comrades, it's not easy to take this step, and it's not easy to stay in it either. Our invitation is for you to come back whenever you want, as a friend of AA. Many around the world are friends of AA, they don't drink, but support, you know, they are sponsors of dependents, a word, a support, makes all the difference."

“You’ve been wonderful. You’ve been generous with me, and you’ve cared about my mother. If it weren’t for you lending me money, and using your parents’ connections to get her an oncology specialist, my mom might have already…” She paused, her eyes returning to his face, speaking with genuine sincerity. “You’re my benefactor. No matter what happens between us, I’ll always remember what you’ve done for me.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, resting one hand on the steering wheel. He turned to look at the pitch-dark night outside the window, mocking himself. “Other people get handed a ‘good guy card’ when they’re dumped. You, on the other hand, gave me a ‘savior card.’”

He sounded genuinely concerned, almost panicking. “We’re safe,” she replied quickly. “But this isn’t about the children. It’s about Zheron. About your father.” Alaric’s breath hitched. “What about my father?” “I found a contract tying Adrian to someone called ‘The Benefactor.’ It mentions alliances and… eliminations. Tell me you don’t know anything about this.” His silence spoke volumes.

“Oh? So you have heard of her.” “Of course, I’ve heard of her. Who hasn’t? She’s the biggest benefactor to our school. If not for her, we wouldn’t have been able to expand the school’s property last year. She really has a great heart, and she loves our children.” I bite back the urge to roll my eyes. A great heart? Please. The only thing she’s great at is playing the victim and using it to her advantage. But I smile sweetly instead, tilting my head like I’m so impressed.

While also spending at least fifteen minutes with us to speak to the benefactors. We have a list of the people coming. Now, the other ladies are planning it, so they talk to the bigger ones when the King is with them. The issue with that? What happens if that benefactor is busy at that moment? So I won't. My plan is to go to the one that is free. I'm not set on focusing on the more significant payers first like many.

Estelle insisted, “I’ve only heard of people repaying their benefactors with money, gifts, or favors. But I’ve never heard of someone giving up their arm as repayment. What he did to you is like something from a movie.” “It’s not that dramatic,” Mr. Mysterious reassured her, “My benefactor has helped me a lot. Without him, I might not be alive today. So, I do owe him a great deal.” “Since he saved your life, you should repay him for his kindness,” Estelle agreed.

"Gregory mentioned a primary benefactor multiple times but never said who it was. Just that they had unlimited resources and connections everywhere." "Can you find out?" "I'm trying. But whoever it is, they're careful about hiding their involvement." She showed me financial records she'd managed to copy. "Money gets laundered through multiple accounts and shell companies before reaching the conspirators." Then one afternoon, Cassandra arrived at our meeting looking pale and shaken, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone. "I found something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "About the primary benefactor." "Who is it?"

“Benefactor, my name is Rebecca Jacques. My father is Cormac Jacques, head of the Jacques family in Michigan. If you ever need my family to come forward in the future, please just let us know.” “Benefactor, my mother is the president of Michigan Business and Commerce. My phone number is…” “Benefactor…” Every one of the women spoke, where most of them seemed to have come from high-status families. Alex had wanted to dismiss them with a wave of a hand and asked them to head home quickly, but when he saw how grateful they were to him, his heart softened. “Everyone, you’ve just survived a disaster. Your body will probably feel worse than it was before. As a doctor, I have the responsibility to h

The director firmly assured me. A second later, I smiled gently as I guessed the situation. I shook my head slightly and corrected myself, “No, ma'am. That is the support of Mr. Nolan Kingston, CEO of JW Kingston Group. He wrote it under my name. Please write his name down on our list of benefactors.” “Nolan Kingston? Is he your boyfriend?” I just smiled at her without responding. I couldn't claim him as my boyfriend, but if I had to say it, maybe he was the man who stole my heart. Each of his silent actions made me feel moved and ready to give my heart to him.