Maverick took the cash with simmering anger, glaring at his father before storming out of the room. Rudra sighed heavily, his gaze lingering on Benjamin for a moment before he turned and walked away, his thoughts clouded with worry and frustration.Meanwhile, Isabella's eyes were wide with shock as she looked at Benjamin. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.Benjamin shrugged casually, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. "Benjamin Hayes?" he replied. Isabella shook her head, unconvinced. "Who are you really? I know it wasn't a coincidence. Rudra came here because of that text you seemed to send."A small smile played at the corners of Benjamin's lips. "Oh, that," he chuckled lightly. "Well, just a little bit of help from some people, nothing big." His answer did little to ease Isabella's curiosity, but for now, it seemed he wasn't inclined to reveal more.Benjamin noticed Isabella's expre

Marshall's expression remained cold and unforgiving as he released the butler, letting him slump to the ground in a coughing fit. Now tell me what I asked for and leave my chambers.The old butler nodded and relayed the plan to Marshall.Marshall frowned, contemplating its feasibility. "Do you think that will work?"The butler nodded confidently. "There's a responsibility, but everything must not be in haste; it must be slow."Marshall chuckled darkly. "Good. Now get out." The butler bowed lightly and swiftly exited the chambers.Immediately after the butler walked out, someone else entered – Marshall's daughter, Rose Winslow. Dressed in a white nightdress, Rose had an attractive figure, but her expression betrayed anger and sadness.Seeing his daughter, Marshall's anger dissipated, replaced by a smile as he approached her. "Rose, my daughter," he said, reaching out to touch her, but she held back, avoiding his touch."What's wrong, Rose? You won't even let your dad hold you?" Marshal

Meanwhile, Benjamin and Moesha were still in the gym room, where Moesha was trying to unhook his belt. “What are you really upto?"What are you really up to?" Benjamin asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.Moesha smiled mischievously. "Just want to give you a nice treatment, a hand service, mouth service, or anything," she replied, her gaze fixed on Benjamin.Benjamin gulped nervously, his mind racing. "Stop this," he finally managed to say. "I'm sweating all over, I have to take my bath."Undeterred, Moesha suggested they take a bath together, but Benjamin quickly declined. "Let's finish what we're doing first," he insisted.Moesha persisted, pulling him gently. "Trust me, it's a good idea," she said, her tone persuasive.Feeling unsure, Benjamin hesitated before finally agreeing to continue training for another 20 minutes. As they continued training together, Moesha couldn't help but be a bit clingy. She moved closer to Benjamin, her body brushing against his with each moveme

As she spoke, Cordelia's voice cracked with emotion, her anguish pouring out in a torrent of hurt and disappointment. She recounted the events of the evening, the shocking discovery of Benjamin's betrayal. Hannah's voice trembled with disbelief. "Benjamin, the same guy who lavished you close to a million dollar gifts, didn't he love you?"Cordelia's bitter laughter filled the car. "Love? He's just like those guys who throw money around, thinking it's enough to buy affection. The moment they get what they want, they move on to the next conquest. I was so foolish to fall for it."Hannah's voice softened with empathy. "Cordelia, don't blame yourself. You trusted him, and there's nothing wrong with that. It's not your fault that he turned out to be someone else. I'm also sorry for pressuring you to consider him.”Cordelia sighed heavily. "I know, Hannah, it's not your fault. I'm the one who fell for his charm, who believed his lies. I should have seen through him, but I was blind. I let

With a serene demeanor, the master began the lesson on observation and awareness. "Benjamin," he said in a low, measured tone, "before we delve into the intricacies of defense, it is crucial to attune yourself to your surroundings. Take a moment to observe.”As Benjamin nodded in understanding, the master gestured towards the woods beneath their feet, "Each tree, each bush, holds its own story," the master continued. "They are not merely obstacles but allies in your journey towards mastery.”Benjamin's eyes widened with realization as he absorbed his master's teachings. "But Master," he ventured, "how can one remain aware amidst the chaos of combat?"The master offered a wise smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Awareness, Benjamin, is not merely a state of mind, but a practice cultivated through diligence and discipline," he replied. "Begin by grounding yourself in the present moment, attuned to the sounds of the forest, the feel of the earth beneath your feet.”As if to illus