Her voice trembled as she continued, "After I was removed from the force, I tried to stay under the radar, to protect what was left of my family. I lost everything—my job, my reputation, and most of all, my daughter. They made it clear that if I ever spoke about it or tried to seek justice, more people would die."Helena looked at Benjamin with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "That's why I gave up. I had no choice. They were too powerful, and I was just one person against a monstrous force.”Benjamin listened intently, his expression hardening with resolve. "Helena, I promise you, those responsible will pay for what they've done. I won't let your daughter's death be in vain. We'll uncover the truth together, no matter what it takes.”Benjamin looked at Helena with concern. "Do you have any family left?" he asked gently.Helena nodded. "I have two sons. They’re in the States, working there. They send me money for my upkeep."
An hour later, the driver parked outside the gate. Benjamin got out and walked inside himself. Outside, Cordelia was already waiting for him, wearing a white short skirt with a worried expression on her face. Even with such concern, her beauty was undeniable.Seeing Benjamin, Cordelia quickly looked around to ensure no one was watching, then rushed into his arms, giving him a tight hug.Benjamin smiled down at her. "I'm back now, right?" He held her chin, raised her head, and kissed her succulent lips."Where have you been?" Cordelia asked, looking up at him."Erm, erm..." Benjamin hesitated, unsure how to respond."Is there anything you aren't telling me?" she pressed.Benjamin shook his head. "Nothing, nothing." He didn't want to tell Cordelia he was investigating her parents' case. Learning it wasn't just an accident might mentally break her and cause her to act rashly, putting herself in danger.
Raymond instantly pulled out his phone and made a call. After a few rings, the call connected."Hey, I'll need y'all help," Raymond said angrily."What is it, Raymond? Speak," came the reply. It sounded like a conference call, several voices chiming in."You know Cordelia, right?" Raymond asked, his voice seething with rage."Yeah, your hot chick, to-be wife," one of them replied."To-be wife, my ass," Raymond spat. "Look, I want to kidnap her, torture her, have fun with her, and do anything. You understand?""What happened, man? What's wrong?" another voice asked, sounding concerned."She's a bloody cheat," Raymond growled. "I just need your help, that is all. Will you all help?""Of course, we're down for you, boss. You feed us, so we are," one of them affirmed.Raymond nodded, his anger not abating. "Alright, if anything, I'll inform you.”He
Marshall’s eyes flicked between Cordelia and Benjamin, his anger barely contained. "This document is straightforward. It’s about managing the properties efficiently. Are you questioning my intentions?”Benjamin didn’t back down. "If it's so straightforward, you shouldn't mind explaining a few details. For instance, why does this document grant a non-revocable power of attorney to a third-party firm? And why is that firm conveniently one that you control?"Marshall’s face reddened further. "That’s standard legal language for management purposes. You're twisting things.”Benjamin pressed on, his voice firm. "Standard legal language usually doesn't strip the owner of all control over their assets. It looks like you’re trying to take over Cordelia's inheritance under the guise of management."Cordelia’s eyes widened as she looked at the document again, understanding dawning on her. "Oh really? Were you trying to take ever
Cordelia turned to face him, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. "But what if it's too much?" she asked hesitantly, her heart laid bare before him. "What if I'm not strong enough?"Benjamin's gaze softened, a tender smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You are the strongest person I know," he whispered. "You've faced challenges that would break most people, and yet here you are, still standing.”Cordelia's breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with emotion at his words. "And what about you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "What if I'm not enough to save you from your own demons?"Benjamin's expression softened, his fingers gently tracing the contours of her face. "You already have," he murmured. "You've brought light into the darkest corners of my soul, chased away the shadows that once haunted me.”Cordelia looked at Benjamin with a smile, without a word, she reached up and pulled him into a fierce, passionate kiss. Her lips were insistent, hot and d
Benjamin chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Are you sure you want me to leave?" he teased, pulling her closer.Cordelia smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Maybe not just yet," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. The intensity of their earlier moment returned, but there was a tender, lingering sweetness to it now.They stayed like that for a few more minutes, wrapped in each other’s warmth, before Cordelia finally sighed. "Okay, now you really should go," she said softly, though she made no move to get off him.Benjamin nodded, understanding. "Alright," he said, giving her one last kiss. "But I'll be back early tomorrow."Cordelia smiled, sliding off him and helping him gather his clothes. "I'll be waiting," she said, watching as he dressed. Benjamin left after that. Getting into his room, Benjamin didn’t go to sleep. Instead, he opened his laptop and began searching for beautiful proposal rings for his girlfriend. He scrolled through countless images
The driver turned to Benjamin just as he was about to step out. "Sir, may I come in as well?"Benjamin paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, follow us. It won't take long."The driver smiled gratefully and quickly got out of the car, joining Benjamin and Helen as they walked toward the entrance of the jewelry store.The three of them entered the store, the luxurious interior immediately drawing their attention. Sparkling displays of diamonds, gold, and other precious gems lined the walls. As Benjamin, Helen, and the driver entered the opulent jewelry store, a well-dressed sales associate promptly approached them. Her smile was professional and welcoming."Good morning, sir. How may we assist you today?" she asked, her eyes briefly flickering over the group before settling on Benjamin, who exuded an air of quiet authority.Benjamin returned her smile politely. "Good morning. I'm looking for an engagement ring. Something unique and exquisite."The associate's eyes lit up at the prosp
"It's me," Benjamin replied, stepping forward.The cashier frowned, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Please choose another ring from our general display area, not from the private viewing section."Benjamin's brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance. "Why? She was the one who sent us there," he said, pointing to the sales associate who had assisted him.The cashier glanced at the associate and then back at Benjamin. "Don't you know the rings there are expensive? Does he look like someone who can afford it?" she remarked dismissively. Benjamin's eyes hardened, and he stood taller. "Is this how you treat your customers? Judging their ability to pay based on your own instincts?”Helen and the driver exchanged glances, clearly uncomfortable with the situation but ready to support Benjamin.The cashier looked slightly taken aback by Benjamin's response but held her ground. "It's company policy to ensure—"Benjamin cut her off, his voice firm and unwavering. "Your company policy should i