Do you think it's ok for Benjamin to be that close to Cordelia to the extent of kissing her despite the fact they aren't in s relationship?
Soon, Benjamin arrived at the market square, where he parked his car and got down. Although it was late, the market was still bustling with activities. People were still in their stores, selling. The market square, under the glow of dimmed lights, exuded a lively atmosphere. Vendors hurriedly attended to the remaining customers, and the night air carried the fragrance of various goods. Benjamin, unsure of the exact location of the manager's office, decided to seek guidance from someone familiar with the market square. He approached a vendor who seemed to be organizing his goods."Excuse me, sir," Benjamin politely began, "could you please direct me to the manager's office?”The vendor, taking a moment to pause his work, looked up at Benjamin. "Ah, you're looking for the manager, eh? Climb the stairs and go straight down this aisle, take a left, and it's the third door on your right.”"Thank you very much," Benjamin expressed his gratitude with a nod before following the directions gi
With blood now staining the manager's face and his pleas becoming increasingly desperate, Benjamin showed no mercy. The manager, disheveled and battered, begged for mercy, his words choked with fear and pain."Please, I didn't mean it! I'll do anything!" the manager pleaded, bloodied and broken, as Benjamin continued to mete out a punishment that seemed to have no end. The office echoed with the manager's anguished cries and Benjamin's relentless determination to extract justice for Cordelia."I'm teaching you just a light lesson," Benjamin declared. Saying this, he removed the manager's clothes, leaving him in a vulnerable state. "Not just to Cordelia, but this shouldn't be done to any lady," Benjamin stated firmly. With a stern expression, he delivered a single firm blow to the manager's pot belly.The manager, feeling the impact, fell to his knees, realizing the error of his ways. "I'm sorry for asking her for that, forgive me," he pleaded.Although the manager continued to plead
Benjamin smiled and said, "Good choice. So now tell me, do you have the ownership files here? And everything?"The market square owner nodded and replied, "Of course." He then walked over to a box in the corner and entered certain codes. The box opened, revealing a substantial file that he brought out and placed on the table. "Here."Benjamin looked at it and said, "Nice. Now tell me, how much are you selling this square?"The market square owner hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing as he carefully weighed his response. After a thoughtful pause, he finally spoke, "Well, Mr, this square is indeed valuable. I was initially considering a higher figure, given its potential and strategic location."He took another moment, then continued, "However, for the right buyer, and considering your interest, I'm willing to sell it for $5 million." The market square owner anticipated Benjamin's response, half-expecting him to express reservations about the offered $5 million. However, to his
The boss sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation, and reluctantly walked up to Benjamin. With a tinge of hesitation, he began, "Benjamin, I know he messed up, but he's been with us for a long time. Can we find a way to resolve this without him losing his job?”Benjamin shook his head resolutely and said, "There's no way. How dare he hurt Cordelia?"The manager, now in a state of despair, cried, "I'll never even look at Cordelia twice. Please, I beg you, give me another chance. I'll change, I promise." His voice trembledThe boss, recognizing the severity of the situation, pleaded with Benjamin, "Benjamin, I understand the seriousness of his actions, but he has been a loyal employee for years. Can we consider a less severe punishment? Maybe a suspension or a probation period? Please, I'm asking for a chance to reform." Benjamin shook his head and firmly stated, "No need. He's going to work here only for three months, but he won't be the manager anymore. Please help me find
"No, you won't do that. You're not my boyfriend; you don't have that right, understood?" She raised a playful eyebrow."Understood, Chef Madam Winslow," Benjamin smiled before they both walked into the garage.Getting into the garage, Cordelia was amazed. Over 10 cars were all parked. It looked beautiful. She moved around, touching the cars, saying they're beautiful.Cordelia's eyes sparkled with admiration as she came across a sleek sports car. "Oh, the Aston Martin DB11," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "Benjamin, this car is stunning! The design, the curves—it's a work of art."She gently ran her fingers along the smooth surface, marveling at the craftsmanship. "I've always dreamt of sitting in one of these. It's like a dream come true." Benjamin smiled and asked, "Do you want this one, then, or should I buy you one?"Cordelia shook her head and said, "Come on, I'm joking. I've been in one but not mine. I don't need a new car for now." She was still talking when her eyes
Cordelia nodded and said, "Sure, Irene. You can join me. Anyone else?"A couple more students eagerly volunteered to join Cordelia in her car, leaving Benjamin feeling a bit annoyed but not expressing it. At the end, Cordelia only chose one person among to join Azuka. Taking a look at Benjamin, Cordelia could see the frown on his face, so she asked, "Benjamin, is everything alright?"Benjamin nodded and replied, "I'm fine," but he continued giving Cordelia some light frowns.Cordelia shook her head and said, "You'll also join me in the car, making three. The rest, please use the school bus.”"Okay, Ms. We'll do that," they all responded. Everyone picked up their bags and walked out of the classroom.Now left with Benjamin, Irene, and the other lady, Cordelia suggested, "Let's go out now. We'll move when the buses start to move."Irene nodded, and they walked out with the other lady, Cordelia following. Benjamin quickened his steps and whispered, "Why did you have to let Irene even j
"Wow, Maverick came with his girlfriend.""Aww, she's looking beautiful. Money is good.”Dorothy walked forward, radiating confidence in her stylish swimming costume. With each step, she shook off any trace of doubt, carrying herself with pride. The whispers only fueled her confidence, and she wore a proud smile. Benjamin had been staring at both of them amusingly. "He's able to live a luxury lifestyle because of me. He should thank God because the day I strike and take the hotel, he'll go to trenches," he thought with a smile.At that moment, Maverick and Dorothy walked forward and noticed Benjamin, prompting frowns from both."So, this shameless guy is still alive?" Dorothy chuckled at Benjamin, but he chose not to reply.She continued, smiling, "Have you seen my boyfriend's new car? Something I would have never felt if I was with you. Hahaha."Her words elicited laughter among those who heard, especially those present during the night of Maverick's proposal. They understood the co
Cordelia shook her head, hugging Benjamin tightly in front of everyone. "Please don't do this, please," she pleaded, holding onto Benjamin's hand.Benjamin's heart calmed instantly, and he nodded in agreement. Cordelia turned towards the sports teacher, asserting, "Stop this. You're too old for this. Why will you be fighting with a student?" The sports teacher stopped and sneered, saying, "What do you mean, Ms. Winslow? Were you not present when he hit me? Didn't you see it?" he asked angrily."Of course, didn't you hit him first? You hit him, he told you to stop, not hitting you. You didn't stop and hit him a second time. He still asked you to stop, and you hit him again, making him spit blood. You still didn't stop and called him a bastard, cursing that his mother didn't train him well. If I may ask, is that a good thing to do as a teacher?" Cordelia also asked coldly.The sports teacher was stunned. "So, you're defending a mere student over your colleague teacher?" he asked."Of