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Benjamin's Heirloom Ring Pat-Pat
As Benjamin navigated Valerie's Mercedes C-Class along the winding roads of Regal Hill, Valerie, seated in the co-driver's seat, turned to him and remarked, "You still haven't settled on a daily driver, have you? It must be quite inconvenient to drive a Ferrari for simple tasks like picking up milk at the convenience store. Have you given any thought to getting a daily driver? Just say the word."Benjamin grinned and kept his response brief, "I've got an old sedan that does the job for everyday stuff, so I haven't really thought about getting a new ride."Valerie fixed him with a serious gaze, insisting on more engagement from him. She reiterated, "To be honest, that old sedan is nothing but a clunker—antiquated. Besides, I'm aware that every man harbors a profound fascination with various types of cars; they always have a dream car in mind for the future, just like you."Watching Benjamin's expression remain unchanged, Valerie persisted, "You needn't concern yourself with the price o
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring Charles' jealousy
"This is unacceptable! Everyone in this office must maintain professionalism, regardless of their position. I won't allow anything to compromise the standards we uphold here!""Hey, Charles, cut it out!" One of the employees intervened, pulling Charles's hand away.Charles, Valerie's secretary, shot a disapproving glance at his friend. With a hint of emotion in his voice, he asked, "Why are you stopping me?"His friend attempted to calm him down, saying, "I believe intervening will only worsen the boss's mood. We're all aware of how difficult it is for her to let someone into her life, but today, she's made significant strides. I don't want us to jeopardize that progress and leave her single forever."Charles snorted in annoyance, then sneered, "What's wrong with being single forever? If the boss prioritizes her career, we should support her by not getting involved with any men. I just have a hunch that the guy she's seeing is using some kind of dark magic to get close to her. It just
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring An Innocent Man
Disappointed by the absence of his preferred choices, Benjamin ventured into the cafeteria, his anticipation for a relaxing glass of wine or a refreshing beer quickly dashed as he scanned the shelves to find them conspicuously absent. Undeterred, he resigned himself to the next best option: a cup of steaming black coffee. Pouring the rich brew into a mug, he savored the robust aroma that wafted up to greet him, finding solace in its familiar embrace despite the absence of his usual indulgences.As Benjamin joined other employees in the cafeteria, he noticed a few of them also preparing drinks or completing their breakfast. However, the atmosphere soon shifted, and the room buzzed with whispers akin to the soft hum of a bee's wings as gossip began to circulate among them.With the enhanced hearing he had developed over time, Benjamin could discern every word of their conversation. Yet, he made a conscious decision not to interject, opting instead to offer a faint smile as he listened i
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring You're Both Fired!
Wenny opted to take a back seat, allowing Livy to take charge and dictate the course of their interaction, much like a novice deferring to the guidance of an elder sister. In this role, she observed and absorbed, content to follow Livy's lead and learn from her actions and decisions, trusting in her mentor's experience to steer them through the social dynamics at play.Stepping closer to Benjamin, Livy boldly extended her hand, venturing to run her fingers lightly across the expanse of his broad chest, the fabric of his executive suite providing a barrier between them."We're planning something really exciting, Ben—something you've probably never tried before. Trust me, it'll be worth it," Livy said, her gaze fixed on Benjamin's firm jaw. "So, what do you say? Will you come with us?"Benjamin's smile remained soft, yet enigmatic, as he chose not to respond verbally. Instead, he subtly shifted his gaze toward the cafeteria door, his attention drawn to Valerie's sudden presence. With a
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring Have I Overstepped?
"I gave you fair warning, so don't blame me for being a bit more forceful!" Valerie pointed a stern finger at the two girls, who lay sprawled before her, whimpering in pain. "Consider this your final warning. Leave this office now before I have security escort you out in a manner you won't appreciate!"Undeterred by the force of Valerie's kick, Livy and Wenny pushed through the pain, their determination unyielding as they crawled closer to Valerie. With gritted teeth and steely resolve, they advanced toward their boss, their movements fueled by a singular focus on confronting the source of their frustration and seeking a resolution to the escalating conflict.Overcome with a mix of anguish and desperation, Livy and Wenny found themselves unable to contain their tears as they prostrated themselves before their formidable boss. It was a humbling and vulnerable display, one that left them feeling exposed and vulnerable. Yet, in their minds, it was the only recourse available to them in
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring Tristan, A Man of All Men
"Benjamin bears the surname Frost. I suspect he may be the elusive eldest son of the legendary Frost family from generations past. If my suspicion holds true, the sins of the Bennet family would be unfathomable..."Antonio's gaze lingered on his father, a mix of concern and confusion clouding his features. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that the once astute and composed figure before him now seemed shaken and disoriented. The recent loss of $50 million had undoubtedly taken its toll, casting a shadow of doubt over his father's usually sound judgment.Despite his respect for his father's wisdom, Antonio couldn't help but entertain the unsettling notion that the loss had rattled the old man's senses. It was a troubling realization, one that filled him with apprehension as he grappled with the implications of his father's apparent lapse in judgment. In the silence that followed, Antonio couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that their family was on the precipice o
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring A Suspicious Apology
"Tristan immediately instructed me to depart; he uttered no further words. I felt a pang of fear, wondering if something had soured our friendship, causing him to shun conversation with me. Despite my apprehension, I attempted to linger, hoping he would eventually open up. Yet, Tristan remained impassive; he simply turned away, signaling to one of his guards to escort me from his residence," Vincent continued, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and confusion.Vincent paused briefly to take a breath, but he didn't realize that his son's face had turned red from pent-up emotions."What in God's name!" Antonio's fists tightened, his voice strained with anger. "Dad, that scoundrel has not only tossed you out but also tarnished your dignity. I couldn't give a damn about his fancy status; if he's dared to disrespect you, I won't pardon him even in the depths of hell! Dad, crumple that blasted letter in your hand and toss it into the trash; let's erase that Tristan from our minds!"I
Benjamin's Heirloom Ring Ducked to Hit the Table
Valerie listened intently to Vincent's apology, her expression betraying a lingering skepticism that lingered beneath the surface. While she harbored doubts regarding the sincerity of his words, she recognized the importance of affording them the opportunity to explain themselves. Despite her reservations, Valerie opted to exercise patience and discernment, acknowledging that granting them a chance to articulate their perspectives might yield valuable insights into the complexities of the situation at hand. Thus, she maintained a measured demeanor, poised to weigh their words against the backdrop of her own perceptions and experiences."Very well, I'll entertain your explanation," Valerie conceded, her tone slightly softened. "But I must insist on brevity. I have little patience for trifles such as this."Vincent nodded, recognizing the need for a swift explanation. "Certainly, Miss Morgan. I must express my deep regret for my son's lack of respect. I acknowledge my failure in properl
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You're Overconfident
Benjamin remained silent, unmoved to say a single word to Sienna, who was gazing at him with hopeful eyes. The odd look Benjamin gave her made Sienna freeze, unable to hide her confusion behind her gaze.Suddenly, Lebron appeared behind Ariana, bursting into laughter upon hearing Sienna's words. Lebron’s laughter filled the room, indicating that he was entertained by Sienna’s remarks. However, his laughter quickly turned into an expression of disgust as he looked at Sienna with disbelief."Ugh, you... rude and disrespectful, and even worse, you're overconfident," said Lebron with a tone full of disgust. His piercing gaze reflected his disapproval of Sienna’s attitude, which he found both disrespectful and overly confident.Lebron, with undeniable doubt, questioned Sienna's ability to lead the company. To him, Sienna’s experience as an idol was insufficient to prove that she had the necessary qualifications in the business world. Lebron dismissed Sienna’s profession as an idol, deeming
Let Me Took the General Manager Place
Sharp-eyed Jack's gaze pierced towards Sienna, his eyes betraying the complex swirl of emotions in his heart. A sharp pang of jealousy and disappointment churned within him, their intensity threatening to breach the calm facade he struggled to maintain. Despite his efforts to appear composed, the tumultuous waves of emotion inside him were difficult to conceal.His gaze lingered on Sienna, grappling with conflicting feelings—prickling jealousy at her unwitting praise of Benjamin, disappointment in himself for feeling this way, and a deep-seated concern for their mission's integrity. Jack's jaw clenched slightly, his knuckles whitening as he fought to regain control over his turbulent emotions.A flicker of vulnerability flashed across Jack's features before he steadied himself, forcing a neutral expression. He took a deliberate breath, trying to channel his focus back to the task at hand despite the emotional storm raging within him.Jack took a deep breath, his chest rising and falli
He's More Handsome...
Seinna stood frozen, her gaze locked onto Benjamin's face from an unexpectedly close distance. Her hazel eyes, still wide with the remnants of surprise and relief, now scrutinized his features with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.Benjamin's face, though not conventionally handsome in the classical sense, exuded a commanding presence that seized Seinna's attention. His square jawline conveyed determination, while his piercing eyes held a depth that hinted at a complex inner world. His brows, furrowed slightly in concern, added a hint of intensity to his otherwise composed demeanor.What struck Seinna most was Benjamin's charisma—an intangible quality that radiated from him effortlessly. It was in the confident set of his shoulders, the firm yet gentle grip of his hand that had steadied her moments ago, and the unwavering focus in his gaze. There was something magnetic about him, a magnetism that transcended mere physical appearance and drew her in.As she stood there, caught in th
The Stairs Incident
The executives broke down completely, their cries filling the room with an overwhelming wave of despair and anguish. Each tear seemed to carry the weight of their vivid imaginations, conjuring images of harsh landscapes, relentless tasks, and isolation that stretched into eternity. The thought of facing such trials in the remote wilderness gripped them with a visceral fear, their minds racing with the uncertainties and hardships that lay ahead.Meanwhile, Benjamin remained stoic and unyielding, his expression a mask of unflinching resolve. His gaze bore into the executives with a steely intensity, devoid of any hint of mercy or compassion. They had stained his company with their actions, and now faced the full weight of his judgment.The room seemed to shrink under the weight of Benjamin's unwavering stare, the air thick with tension and the palpable sense of impending consequences. Each second stretched, the silence punctuated only by the faint echoes of the executives' despairing so
My Decision is Final!
In the tense hush that gripped the room, Mr. Chen maintained a steadfast silence, his lips pressed together in a resolute refusal to speak. Benjamin's patience wore thin with each passing moment, the atmosphere in the room heavy with unspoken tension and the weight of unresolved issues. Every second felt fragile, like delicate tissue paper under the pressure of unanswered questions and the gravity of the situation at hand.Turning towards Lebron, Benjamin's gaze held a silent plea for resolution. His eyes, usually steady and composed, now betrayed a hint of urgency and determination. In that shared glance, there was an unspoken understanding—an acknowledgment of the need to navigate the complexities before them with clarity and decisiveness.Lebron, attuned to Benjamin's unspoken signals, stepped forward with quiet determination. His presence filled the room, a calming yet assertive force amid the mounting tension.With a nod in response to Benjamin's signal, Lebron confidently withd
Who is Involved?
Benjamin's sharp stare fixed on Lebron, conveying a silent yet commanding message through his eyes. It was a wordless directive, a signal for the young man standing before him to step aside and allow Benjamin to take charge of the unfolding situation.Lebron quickly understood Benjamin's message conveyed through his eyes. Without hesitation, Lebron stepped forward, approaching Mr. Chen who still knelt in front of Benjamin.With a decisive motion, Lebron forcefully grabbed Mr. Chen's arm, pulling him away from Benjamin's feet. Though Mr. Chen's body struggled to remain rigid, for Lebron, the action posed no difficulty. With controlled strength, Lebron managed to release Mr. Chen's grip and guided him back to his original position.Other company executives witnessing the scene were frozen in fear. The electric sensation emanating from Lebron's actions kept them rooted in place, their faces pale with unspoken dread. The room became tense and filled with unease, creating a palpably charge
I Apologize, Master!
In front of the heavy, imposing room door, Lebron's serious countenance remained unchanged as he methodically turned the handle, revealing no hint of emotion. His actions spoke of a deep-seated resolve and a meticulous approach to the impending confrontation within. Benjamin, positioned just behind Lebron, mirrored his colleague's stoic demeanor, his face a study of calm determination as he prepared himself mentally for what lay ahead. The silence that enveloped them seemed to amplify the significance of the moment, each second stretching out as they stood poised on the threshold of a critical juncture in the fate of Treasure Village.Lebron, his hand reaching eagerly for the door handle, conveyed a sense of anticipation that reverberated in the charged atmosphere around them. With a determined grip, he attempted to turn the handle, only to find it frustratingly unyielding—the door remained firmly locked, thwarting their immediate entry. This unexpected obstacle momentarily halted the
They Scared of Us, Master
Upon arriving, Benjamin's eyes quickly caught sight of Lebron standing at the entrance, his figure silhouetted against the fading light of dusk. He parked his car with a sense of urgency and purpose, the engine's hum fading into the background as he stepped out onto the pavement. Lebron, ever watchful, turned towards Benjamin as he approached, a faint expression of concern mixed with readiness marking his features.Lebron stood with a vigilant demeanor, his gaze unwavering as Benjamin approached. His brow was slightly furrowed, betraying a mix of concern and readiness for whatever awaited them. Dressed in a crisp, dark suit that accentuated his stature, Lebron exuded a sense of professionalism and preparedness. His attire was immaculate, complemented by a subtle hint of a tie peeking from beneath his jacket, suggesting attention to detail and readiness for the occasion.As Benjamin drew nearer, Lebron's expression softened marginally, a gesture of acknowledgment tinged with the weigh
Go to Treasure Village, Now!
Without a moment's hesitation, Benjamin swiftly retrieved his phone once more, his fingers moving with purposeful speed. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, he navigated through his contacts, meticulously scrolling until he found Lebron's name. With a sense of urgency weighing heavily on his mind, he composed a message, carefully choosing each word to convey the importance of the impending conversation. Finally satisfied with his words, Benjamin pressed send, dispatching the message into the digital ether, knowing that the next steps would be crucial in unraveling the mysteries surrounding Treasure Village.[Lebron, you must come with me to Treasure Village right now. I'll wait for you there!]After sending the message, Benjamin waited anxiously, his heart pounding with anticipation for Lebron's response. The seconds stretched into minutes, each moment intensifying the already tense atmosphere that surrounded him. The soft glow of his phone illuminated his face in the dimly lit
