The dungeon in Frost's Mansion was far from the grim image people typically associated with such places. It was too elegant to be labeled a prison, equipped with all the amenities one could imagine.Each prison cell boasted a queen-size bed, a bathroom complete with a bathtub and shower, a compact library, a fully equipped gym, and even a television stocked solely with offline movies.The provision of such luxurious facilities stemmed from its straightforward design philosophy.The dungeon in Frost's Mansion is dedicated to imposing "house arrest" as a penalty for its household members who have committed rather serious offenses.Therefore, Benjamin's choice to confine the female intruder to his mansion's dungeon could be deemed fitting. It should be noted that, as of now, he still perceived the woman as having a peculiar identity, more than just a hired fighter. Ensuring her well-being was crucial, as she could potentially serve as a bargaining chip in future negotiations.Observing t

Nathan pressed his finger against the trigger, poised to unleash the shot. Yet, seconds passed without the anticipated blast, leaving Darvis Luther, standing by his side, with a disconcerting sense of unease."What are you hesitating for, Nathan? Just pull the trigger and put an end to it!" urged Darvis.Nathan simply shook his head in response, remaining silent. Instead, he snapped at Benjamin, "Hey, scum! Why not turn your body to face me? This is going to be my inaugural kill, and it would be delightful to witness the fear on your face in those final moments!"Benjamin rose to his feet, pivoting to confront Nathan and Darvis directly.Nathan anticipated encountering a deathly pale countenance on Benjamin's face, drained of life's color due to sheer terror. However, what he found was quite the opposite; not a trace of unease marred the man's expression.Absence of fear wasn't the only thing; Benjamin went a step further, adding a hint of mockery to his expression. The gaze in his eye

Benjamin accelerated his Ferrari F40 at an unusually brisk pace, a departure from his usual driving style. Along the route, he succeeded in capturing the gaze of onlookers, thanks to the resounding roar emanating from his powerful engine.And if that doesn't add an extra layer of challenge, picture this: Benjamin is currently deftly navigating his cell phone, making a call without relinquishing his grip on the steering wheel with either of his hands.In this crucial moment, the fortuitous recipient of Benjamin's call happened to be Lebron, the head of the devoted bodyguard squad that remained unfailingly loyal to Benjamin and the esteemed Frost Family. Due to his unwavering commitment, Lebron made it a point to always have his cell phone on hand, anticipating that Benjamin might urgently require his assistance at any given moment. Consequently, this time, the call connected in a mere five seconds."Master Frost, you summoned me. Kindly instruct me on what needs to be done?" Lebron inqu

A triumphant smile played on Nathan's lips as Claire elegantly lit his cigar. A palpable sense of satisfaction emanated from his expression, reveling in the perceived success of having Claire now serving him."Quite commendable, Claire. You certainly understand how to please a guest," Nathan remarked with a hint of playful banter in his tone.In response, Claire offered a subtle smile, concealing her emotions behind a composed facial expression. She strategically selected a seat, positioning herself close enough to Nathan and Darvis to actively participate in the ongoing conversation.With a cunning smile, Nathan turned his gaze to Claire and suggested to Darvis, "I believe, before delving into more serious discussions, let Claire join me here. It will allow us to discuss our plans more intimately."Darvis appeared somewhat hesitant but ultimately granted his approval with indifference. Claire complied obediently, endeavoring to maintain a neutral demeanor even as her heart raced.The

The room quivered violently from the explosion, and in its aftermath, the air crackled with the dramatic entrance of five operatives clad in black. Their weapons gleamed in the subdued light, cutting through the basement's darkness like animated shadows materializing out of nowhere."Prepare yourselves, everyone! Remain perfectly still!" The resounding command from the troop commander reverberated, saturating the room with an undeniable air of authority. Advanced weaponry, poised and primed for lethal action, took aim at Daniel, a menacing promise of devastating force hanging in the tense air.Simultaneously, the remainder of the troop meticulously surveyed the room, ensuring that no concealed threats lingered in the shadows. The atmosphere crackled with shouts, hurried footsteps, and the clinking of weapons, crafting a gripping symphony of heightened tension.Approaching Daniel with an implacable expression, the squad commander delivered a stern ultimatum. "Raise your hands, immediat