"You fool," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you honestly believe that you could ever become my best student? You are nothing more than a pawn, a tool to be used for my own amusement.”Benjamin felt the sting of betrayal pierce his heart like a dagger, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the depth of his master's cruelty. He had placed his trust and faith in the one person he had believed would guide him on his martial arts journey, only to be met with scorn and disdain."You are nothing but a greedy, selfish child," the old master continued, his voice rising to a crescendo of fury. "You crave knowledge and power, yet you lack the discipline and humility to truly master any art. You dare to covet the secrets of Kung Fu, as if you are entitled to such knowledge?”"I will not stand for this," Benjamin declared, his voice trembling with righteous indignation. "I may not be your best student, but I refuse t

Benjamin hesitated, a fleeting thought whispering in the back of his mind—a temptation to seize the opportunity and claim the ancient KungFu texts for himself.For a moment, he wavered, torn between his desire for knowledge and his sense of honor and integrity. But in the end, his conscience won out, and with a resigned shake of his head, he closed the door and took a seat outside on a nearby stone.As he waited, the minutes stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity as Benjamin wrestled with his inner turmoil. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, he caught sight of the old master approaching, a bundle of leaves in hand.With a sense of relief flooding through him, Benjamin rose to his feet and bowed respectfully as the master drew near. "Good afternoon, Master,"The old master's brow furrowed in a deep frown as he regarded Benjamin with disapproval. "What are you doing here?" he asked sharply, his voice carrying a hint of reproach. "I thought you said you would cont

As Dorothy quietly slipped out of the room, her heart heavy with sorrow, Maverick's anger boiled over, his words spewing forth like venomous arrows aimed at her retreating figure. "Useless," he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with contempt. "All you know how to do is take money. You're nothing but a leech, sucking the life out of me."With each curse that escaped his lips, Maverick's anger only seemed to grow, a tidal wave of bitterness and resentment crashing down upon him. "Worthless," he snarled, his voice laced with disdain. "You're not even worth the air you breathe.”Meanwhile, at Cordelia's house, the atmosphere was tinged with a sense of melancholy as Cordelia sat alone, her thoughts consumed by memories of Benjamin. Dressed in a form-fitting white top and leggings, she exuded an air of quiet elegance, her headband obscured beneath a stylish wig.Despite her best efforts to push thoughts of Benjamin from her mind, they lingered like stubborn shadows, refusing to

Getting out, Benjamin stepped into his sleek Range Rover, the luxurious interior enveloping him in comfort as he settled into the driver's seat. With a confident smile, he started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, the powerful roar of the engine echoing through the quiet streets.At the same time, Cordelia finished dressing, her ash straight dress hugging her curves in all the right places. Though she wore no makeup or lipstick, her natural beauty radiated effortlessly. She selected a delicate necklace, hesitating for a moment before draping it around her neck, its simple elegance complementing her ensemble perfectly.Summoning a ride with a few taps on her phone, Cordelia made her way outside, her eyes catching sight of a stylish car pulling out of the neighboring estate. It was Moesha's car, though Cordelia remained unaware of the connection between them.As her Uber arrived, Cordelia climbed into the backseat, giving the driver her destination before settling in for the jou

Sarah scratched her head awkwardly, a hint of discomfort crossing her features at Cordelia's question. "I'm sorry, Cordelia, but I'm afraid I can't reveal that information," she replied hesitantly, her tone apologetic. "It's not something I'm at liberty to disclose.”Cordelia nodded, her curiosity piqued. "But why? Why would he care so much about me?" she asked, her brow furrowing with confusion.Sarah's smile remained gentle and enigmatic. "I'm not at liberty to disclose the specifics, but I can assure you, he sees something special in you," she explained cryptically. "His admiration for you runs deep, Cordelia.”The revelation left Cordelia stunned, her mind racing with possibilities. "Love? Care?" she echoed, incredulous. The notion seemed surreal to her, yet Sarah's sincerity was undeniable."Yes," Sarah affirmed with a nod. "He loves you very much. You're very lucky, Cordelia.”Cordelia struggled to process the gravity of Sarah's words, grappling with the idea that someone she ha