As the vehicle dashed elegantly through the boulevard, a suppressed glance welled up in Benjamin's eyes, directed subtly towards Andrea."You seem rather off today, don't you? I perceive an air of melancholy about you."Hearing Benjamin's concern, Andrea turned slowly to face him, her nodding acknowledgement devoid of words.Time eluded them as they journeyed on, until the streets were devoid of life and even the cries of street vendors faded into the quiet.In that stillness, Andrea gently pulled the car to the roadside.Stepping out, she released a sigh that had been building.She then fixed her gaze on Benjamin, her voice tinted with a shade of sorrow."Do you care to share a drink with me?"This proposition left Benjamin momentarily surprised.After pondering, however, he nodded in agreement.The two then ventured into a roadside tavern nearby.No sooner had Andrea set foot inside than her voice echoed a hearty order."Barkeep, serve us a large pot of hotpot and a plate of grilled

Hearing her father's poignant portrayal of her mother, Andrea was deeply moved. She stood there, silent and pensive, letting his words sink in for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, she cast a glance at her father, her voice laden with emotion and urgency: "Why didn't she come back, Dad?"Mr. Aylmer struggled to find words, taking a few sips of his tea for courage before he could muster a response: "Perhaps, she encountered some troubles she didn’t want us to be embroiled in." he suggested somberly.Hearing this, Andrea's grip tightened, determination flaring in her eyes: "Dad, I will make sure she comes home safely." she declared, her presence suddenly becoming more formidable, as if some latent power within her was about to burst forth. Yet, she wasn't fully aware of this transformation herself. After a few more exchanges with her father, Andrea retired to her room.Meanwhile, in a hotel bedroom, Benjamin was seated in a meditative posture on the bed, eyes tightly shut. A myste

"Benjamin, let's move to a conference room." Caroline swiftly beckoned, her urgency palpable: "This situation is graver than you can imagine." Her demeanor alone hinted to Benjamin the gravity of what was about to unfold.In but a fleeting moment, within the confines of the exclusive meeting room of the Royalty Hotel, there began an influx of myriad individuals whose faces were well-recognized in the capital.Furthermore, the majority of them were undoubtedly martial artists, skilled in the ancient art of combat.Amongst the congregation, Benjamin's discerning eyes caught sight of a man whose demeanor held a shadow of familiarity, an elusive echo from the past, perhaps.However, much to his chagrin, Benjamin could not place the man's identity. Yet, there were instances when the stranger's gaze would stealthily drift toward him, suggesting some sort of underlying sentiment or opinion he held about Benjamin."Permit me a momentary introduction." a voice broke the silence: "I am Finn Arn

"Benjamin, you recognize the man in this image, don't you?"Upon witnessing Benjamin's expression, Lord Arnold shifted his gaze, his face bearing a hint of amusement.Although Benjamin didn't verbally acknowledge, his reaction spoke volumes to everyone present.However, Benjamin found it hard to swallow.Momentarily, he hesitated, then turned to Finn."Although I recognize the man in the photograph,Why would he be there? Moreover, I've never heard mention of him practicing any arts?"Hearing Benjamin's skepticism, Lord Arnold simply shook his head."No, you surely must know why he was there.Your presence here, isn't it also more than mere coincidence?"Upon this retort from Lord Arnold, Benjamin stood slightly taken aback.At this moment, all eyes converged on him.Even Ancel and Caroline couldn't resist and fixed their gaze upon him."This matter…"Benjamin seemed at a loss for words, struggling to find an explanation.Moreover, the circumstances were indeed uncanny, and no matter

At that moment, it was as if Keelin had peered into the very souls of those present.With a chilling look, she surveyed each person.Then, her voice dripped with a threatening undertone."I know, gentlemen, the thoughts that dwell in your minds.Yet, as long as life courses through Keelin's veins, should I ascend to the helm of the Jones dynasty, I shall never forget the debts I owe you all.However, any soul bold enough to depart at this very moment, be warned: every captured frame and clip bearing evidence of our shared past will find its way onto the web.By that time, the James lineage need not act.I fear that Big Brother Patrick and the entirety of the Jones clan will not let such transgressions slide.So, gentlemen, I beseech you to ponder deeply - do you wish to meet your end alongside me?"The moment Keelin's words escaped her lips, a palpable dread gripped every soul present, including Dempsey."Keelin, you've surely lost your mind!Your actions doom not only us but our very