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He worked hard to calm his racing heart, which felt like it might leap out of his chest. Silence fell between them. Bonita’s eyes scanned Benjamin’s outfit—a neatly pressed short-sleeve formal shirt and jeans. Typically, Benjamin dressed casually at home in T-shirts and shorts or training pants. His current attire suggested he was planning to meet someone important or attend a prearranged event.

"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: “…” “Sorry, I’ll handle things here, and then I’ll go explain it to Mom.” “Hmph! If you don’t bring my wife back, I’ll never let you off the hook,” the old man said, grinding his teeth before hanging up. Benjamin bit his lip, his deep eyes looking out of the car window. Looking at Amanda’s sensual outfit, he frowned slightly. He opened the car door, and his long, enticing leg gracefully stepped out, immediately caught by the media’s cameras.

Carmella took the card, nodded, and went back inside. Benjamin returned to the company, but he couldn’t focus on work. He felt like he was losing control of his life. His mind drifted between Adam and Antonella as the hours dragged on. When he finally fulfilled his obligations, he returned home, knowing things were not going to go on like this. Benjamin needed to do something. It was time to put Plan B into action.

It was very ridiculous and she forcefully took it down her throat. “I was not confident enough to see you here.. It took me a while to decide to come here and see you. Otherwise, your temporary godfather wouldn't permit me to meet you, I believe,” Benjamin said, sliding his feet closer together as he placed one hand in his pocket. He looked charismatic and sexy, whose presence here was nothing less than a miracle, and all the media persons present there swiveled their heads like a wheel toward Benjamin. Clearly, Giving Julia a headache, thinking if their picture would get a secure place in the newspaper.

I think someone has called death upon himself. One of Alantino's men, moved toward the car. The headlights turned off and the car was a very expensive and luxurious one. Rolls Royce. The guy knocked at the window, harshly and after a moment it slid down, revealing a man in fifties...Benjamin. But he was ought to come on Saturday. It was Friday, today. What was he doing in Italy, now? Why didn't he inform me about his early arrival? Before I could say something, the guy started misbehaving with him, obviously unaware of the position of the man, whose collar he held.

I held my breath deep in my lungs. Oh my holy God. What do I do? I refused to look out from underneath the protection of the fluffy floral comforter under which I had taken refuge. “I am Benjamin. Benjamin Parker.” He paused. “You can call me Ben. I am staying up the road. I came by to see if you had any, uh, sugar.” His voice was smooth, soothing, familiar.

"Why not you find out yourself if there's an issue with my body? I bet Ben hasn't touched you until now, am I correct? "You're so young. Do you want to remain a spinster forever? Shall I give you a taste of heaven?" Benjamin exuded an intimidating chill, and the air in the living room seemed to freeze. "Diesel, do you no longer wish to speak?" Victoria held onto Benjamin and sent him a signal to calm down. She then looked down at Diesel with a disdainful expression and asked, "You? Do you even have that ability?" Diesel's demeanor turned dark. "Benjamin is already 32 this year. He saw that his marriage was getting delayed, afraid that his inadequacy would be exposed, so he found you.

Liora broke free from her hold and hid behind Caroline before she could see Benjamin, which startled Caroline a bit. Benjamin appeared to be around 60 years old, with sallow, deeply wrinkled skin and a permanently hunched back, even when he stood upright. But the most shocking thing about him was his eyes: one was normal, while the other only had whites. He exuded a gloomy presence even in the daytime. Caroline was also startled but didn't show any dramatic reaction. She held Liora's hand tightly and smiled at Benjamin. "I'm sorry for intruding so early in the morning, Benjamin."

Nathan had always been calm and collected, so he reprimanded his brother, “Stop gossiping. You’ll know when it’s time for you to know.” Benjamin exited his brother’s office silently after being reprimanded and went back to work. Julian studied the fashion magazine that Benjamin had given him and thought that he looked similar to the so-called fashionable young men. He went to the lounge and looked in the bathroom mirror for a long time before coming to a conclusion—he was indeed old. He had very good looks and physique, and when it came to his performance in bed, regardless of his size, endurance, or skills, he was top notch, but it was a pity she would not be able to experience it in person