Benjamin stroked his ring with deliberate slowness, observing the diminishing glow emanating from it. A sense of amazement overcame him as he reflected on the power held within the ring. The magical ring, in its quiet yet potent influence, had unwittingly instigated numerous transformations in Benjamin's life, rendering it considerably more manageable."This ring is the most enchanting thing I've ever encountered," Benjamin whispered so softly that even Valerie could not perceive his words.At that moment, Valerie fully regained her consciousness, allowing her to witness Benjamin's peculiar actions. The beautiful woman turned her head and discovered him fixated on the gold ring adorning the ring finger of her right hand.Valerie's once radiant smile faded into a subtle frown. A tinge of jealousy lingered in her heart, casting a shadow over her expression. She didn't have to ponder why Benjamin's gaze fixated on the ring gracing her finger; she believed she already knew the answer all
Leaving the bridge, they drove to the nearby 8-Eleven store to buy toothpaste. Of course, it would be hilarious if they went to Willmart just for something as simple as toothpaste. They would become the gossip of the employees there."Do you want to grab anything else besides toothpaste?" Valerie inquired.Benjamin responded succinctly, "No. How about you?"Valerie shook her head. "No. Alright, let's hurry up and get home before the sun rises," she suggested, to which Benjamin promptly agreed.After settling the payment, they hastened their way home. Upon reaching home, they jointly unpacked the toothpaste, brushed their teeth, and eventually retired to bed. As Valerie closed her eyes, a broad smile adorned her face.Despite the awareness that she wouldn't get ample rest, Valerie harbored no regrets for the night's escapade with Benjamin. On the contrary, a profound sense of happiness enveloped her. She reveled in the joy of spending time with Benjamin and exploring a beautiful place
"My name is Claire," Claire replied introducing herself. She then pointed to her two friends. She explained, "The blonde is Jenny, and the Arab-faced woman is Maria. We all met and got to know each other when we were working at KTV."Daniel nodded his head. "Your names are very pretty. Just as pretty as your faces, if you want to know," Daniel said in a teasing tone.For God's sake, if it wasn't for the mission, Claire and her friends would have puked their guts out when they heard Daniel's words. There was nothing wrong with Daniel's words. It was just that the man's tone sounded really disgusting.So, Claire only replied with a smile while saying a short, "Thank you."Daniel leaned his body against the back of the chair. "So, you've just been fired and are in desperate need of work, right?" he asked.Claire, Jenny, and Maria nodded enthusiastically."It's just like we told you. We've been frustrated going around looking for jobs but always getting rejected," Maria replied. Her face
The soft tendrils of morning sunlight gently permeated Benjamin's room, casting a warm glow through the minute crevices in the window. With a languid stretch, Benjamin gracefully shifted onto his side and gracefully rose from the comfort of his bed, embracing the new day that unfolded before him. Driven by a sense of purpose, he promptly made his way to the bathroom, where the promise of revitalization awaited him. In the sacred confines of the lavatory, he immersed himself in the rituals of cleansing and rejuvenation, carefully attending to each detail as he readied himself to embark upon the journey that lay beyond the threshold of his dwellingAs if he was not tired at all, Benjamin left Albert's residence in his old sedan.Last night, he and Valerie arrived home at three fifteen. Counting, Benjamin had only slept for less than three hours today. However, his body still felt fit as if he did not do anything tiring last night. In fact, he did not only walk around with Valerie. La
From a distance, a servant was observing the surroundings. Until her eyes accidentally stopped on the commotion happening in the courtyard of the herb house where she worked. The maid's presence resembled a pearl amid a sea of gold, a striking figure that effortlessly distinguished her from the rest. Her beauty set her apart, making her conspicuous among the other maids in the vicinity.With a height of approximately 170cm, her body gracefully traced perfect curves that captivated the beholder. Clad in a knee-length split skirt, she effortlessly showcased her flawless, porcelain legs, a testament to her alluring presence.Her countenance bore an exquisite delicacy, as though meticulously polished a thousand times over, radiating a soft yet mature allure.Her lips, petite and as lusciously red as a ripe peach, beckoned, tempting every man in the world to entertain the thought of taking a bite.A subtle furrow appeared on her forehead, lines of concern etching across her features as s
Benjamin took a deep, contented breath as the rich aroma of the purple ginseng filled his lungs, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.Based on his observations, all these ginseng were of the highest quality with an average age of over ten years.However, notwithstanding this fact, a portion of the ginseng tucked away in the drawer exhibited an even lower quality, bordering on the verge of being deemed nearly unfit for any practical use.In a hushed murmur, Benjamin remarked, "Treasure Village lives up to its name—there are treasures indeed. It's no surprise Joshua managed to secure herbs of the finest quality when he visited this place."Benjamin, perceptive as ever, realized that with such outstanding attributes, Treasure Village appeared oblivious to the fact that they possessed a veritable treasure trove of purple ginseng. It seemed they regarded it merely as ordinary, unaware of its exceptional value that could command a premium price.And so, with a discerning gaze, Benjamin in
"Is this card authentic?" John queried, eyeing Benjamin with skepticism. A disdainful expression adorned his face as he scrutinized Benjamin, who failed to emanate any aura of affluence. "I apologize, Sir. We've had instances where individuals assert possession of a black card, only for us to discover they are, in fact, counterfeit," John explained.Benjamin raised an eyebrow. He sighed softly. He understood what John was trying to say. He squinted his eyes while waving his black card."So, you think my card is fake?" Benjamin asked."Of course," John confidently replied. "I need to make sure whether the card you have is genuine or not."A chuckle escaped Benjamin's lips as he shook his head. He presented his black card and remarked, "Can't you perceive that this card is directly issued by Citibank? My name is explicitly stated on the card, as clear as day."John deliberately averted his gaze, even as the undeniable evidence of Citibank's endorsement adorned Benjamin's black card. How
The police officers arrived at the scene only to discover a young man already handcuffed, leading them to presume he was the prime suspect of the day. Yet, what confounded them was the peculiar absence of any telltale signs of guilt or anxiety in the young man's expression. His countenance remained as tranquil and untroubled as a serene lake."What transpired here? Could someone provide an explanation to us?" inquired one of the commanding police officers, seeking clarity on the unfolding situation.John stepped forward, assuming an arrogant demeanor as he narrated the events according to his version. "This individual arrived at Treasure Village with the intention of purchasing a substantial amount of ginseng, claiming to possess a black card. Given his rustic appearance, doubt naturally crept in regarding whether he was the rightful owner of said black card. My intention was merely to verify the authenticity of his card. However, he haughtily refused and declared he would explore ano