Chapter 6: Consciousness Regained.

The man who was driving was shocked. "Madam, why send him home? He looks just hungry; that's why. Splashing some water on him to regain his consciousness and getting him some $100 cash as an apology will solve the problem. Have you forgotten we are searching for the most important thing in your..."

"Shut up!" The woman yelled. "Are you trying to tell me what to do by disobeying the order I've given you?"

The man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, madam; I didn't mean to imply that. I was only telling you that all the efforts will be in vain if we leave what we are searching to focus on this."

"Yes, just do what I've ordered; that's it." She looked at the two guards. "Are you still standing there?" she asked.

They quickly picked Benjamin up and placed him in the car. The woman then sat inside, and the man also started the car, reversed and drove off.

The bodyguards also got into the car behind it and trailed the Porsche.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a grand estate. The guards at the gate quickly opened for the Porsche and the car following to enter. 

The building's compound resembled a paradise, exuding a captivating beauty that greeted every visitor. 

Within the verdant gardens, a group of men in black all stood at different positions, vigilant in their watch. After getting down, the woman ordered for a wheel to be brought out for Benjamin.

After it was brought, Benjamin was carefully placed on a wheeled stretcher and transported inside, with the woman and the driver close behind. 

As the hours slipped by, the early morning light filtered through the curtains. Benjamin's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of the elegantly appointed room. The space, while equipped with medical apparatus, was so beautiful that it surpassed even the most well-appointed hospital. 

He glanced down to find a drip gently nourishing him; he was even shirtless. 

"What's happening? Where am I? Shouldn't I be lying on the road, lifeless? Why is there so much light here at night?" His mind raced, attempting to make sense of the situation. Before he could think of anything, the door creaked open, diverting his thoughts.

A man entered, clad in the attire of a doctor. Benjamin swiftly identified him as the doctor due to his dressing. 

 

"Doctor, where am I? What's going on? Where did all of this come from? Please tell me what's happening," he asked. 

The doctor approached with a calming demeanor. "You're awake. Please, relax. I need to administer your final injection." 

"Injection? For what? What's happening?" Benjamin's confusion deepened. "Please, I need to leave. I have to get back to my dorm before the gates close. It's late." 

The doctor cleared his throat gently. "It's already morning, sir." 

"Morning? What in the world is going on? It means it's actually the sunlight filtering into this room, not just ordinary  light." Benjamin's mind raced as he remembered some scenes of how he was nearly hit by a car while about to cross the street.  

"Could it be that the driver brought me here?" he wondered. 

The doctor efficiently administered the final injection and assured, "You should be on the mend. I'll prescribe the necessary medication for you. Be sure to take it regularly." 

"That's even if I have money to buy medicine." Benjamin muttered. 

The doctor carefully removed the drip and advised, "Since you're awake and in good condition, it's time for you to meet Madam." 

"Madam? Which Madam?" Benjamin's brows knitted in confusion. 

"Please follow me," the doctor requested. 

"Follow you? Can't you see that I'm not even wearing a shirt? Where is my shirt?" Benjamin inquired. His eyes suddenly fell on the piece of clothing, lying in a corner. 

"Hey, who placed my shirt there? Do you know how much I paid for it?" He hastily retrieved it and put it on. 

Meanwhile, in the inner sanctum of the room, the woman sat, clutching a photograph. Her gaze was fixed on it, tears glistening in her eyes. 

The door was opened, and the man who was driving the previous night walked in. Seeing the man walk in, she swiftly placed the photograph in her pocket and wiped away her tears and asked, "Any update?" 

The man solemnly shook his head. "No, Madam. We've lost track completely. From last night until now, I've instructed the computer department to notify me of any new information." 

The woman let out a heavy sigh. "If this isn't working, then hire another team. I've been waiting for far too long, and it's becoming a delay." 

The man nodded resolutely. "Rest assured, Madam. I'll reach out to the best team or hackers to assist us."

 The woman nodded with a slight acknowledgement and inquired, "And what about the young man? How is he faring?" 

The man was about to respond when they spotted Benjamin and the doctor descending the stairs into the hall. 

Seeing Benjamin, the woman, Madam Evelyn, rose from her seat, a light smile gracing her face as she let out a sigh of relief. 

Meanwhile, Benjamin's eyes widened in astonishment as he took in his surroundings. "Oh my God, is this heaven? Even the stairs are dusted with gold. It's actually a house with a room more beautiful than a  hospital." He muttered to himself as he continued down.

 Stepping fully into the hall, Benjamin was thoroughly shaken. The room was vast and exquisitely adorned. A colossal 74-inch TV, cascading flowers, and an array of grand furnishings attested to the owner's immense wealth. 

His gaze met Madam Evelyn's, sending a jolt through him. Benjamin quickly averted his eyes, stealing a glance at the man beside her, wondering if they were the ones responsible for the near collision or if they had found him on the road.

The doctor cleared his throat and addressed Madam Evelyn, "He's fine now. All he needs are these prescribed medications." He handed over a piece of paper. 

The man beside Evelyn accepted the paper and assured, "Thank you, doctor. We'll take care of it." 

The doctor nodded and left.

 Evelyn turned her attention back to Benjamin and inquired, "Young man, how are you feeling?" 

Benjamin nodded and replied, "I'm feeling good, Madam Evelyn." 

Evelyn nodded. "I apologize for his carelessness. That's why he nearly hit you with the car. But I'm relieved you're fine now." 

Benjamin was now certain that they had brought him here because of that incident. He mustered a smile, though he wasn't feeling entirely comfortable. The realization that he was standing in front of a rich woman left him somewhat ashamed.

"Thank you; I'm fine. Actually, I'd like to leave, please," Benjamin requested.

Evelyn frowned. "What's the rush? And why are you still wearing those clothes? They're dirty." 

Benjamin's sense of embarrassment deepened. "I'll go and work, then change," he mumbled.

"Work? What work are you doing? And why were your clothes stained with blood yesterday night?" She asked