SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 8

The leader and his men burst into mocking laughter.

"That's enough of this clown show."  The leader muttered, signaling to his men.

One of the henchmen pulled out a steel pipe, swung it heavily at Benjamin!

But Benjamin’s reflexes were way sharper than everyone could imagine. 

He easily moved out of the way with astonishing speed, snatching the weapon mid-swing.

In one smooth motion, he turned around. The steel pipe took down the attacker.

Before any of the others could react, Benjamin had already dropped two more of them with clean, efficient strikes.

Realizing that Benjamin was no ordinary opponent, the leader stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

He decided to handle Benjamin personally.

This guy’s massive frame and raw power were enough to intimidate anyone—but not Benjamin.

 He had already calculated his moves.

As soon as the man moved to lay in his first punch, Benjamin dispatched him with a single powerful kick.

With a big “boom”, the man crashed into the car door! 

Bloodied and defeated, he collapsed and slumped to the ground. 

Benjamin dusted off his shirt and walked back towards the car.

The remaining henchmen rushed at Benjamin. As he was distracted by another attack , one man picked up a sledgehammer, sand sneaked up behind.

But Benjamin was faster!

He sidestepped the incoming blow, grabbed the distracted henchman, and yanked him in front of him.

The sledgehammer slammed into the wrong target, knocking out the attacker.

During the flashing time, Benjamin grabbed the second henchman from behind, slamming his head into the cold tar.

His movements were sharp and decisive.

Amanda was still seated in shock.

She had witnessed his fighting skills before, but she had never seen him on this level of action before.

Benjamin walked back to the car.

"We may continue on our journey." He opened the door and said it casually.

Amanda stared at him, stunned.

"That was impressive! How did you do that?!" She yelled out, still breathing heavily from the entire encounter.

" Did you recognize any of them?" Benjamin asked when she started driving.

Amanda shook her head.

"Not at all. But I have a feeling all of these is linked to what happened to Eileen's daughter. Our family and Fishers' had been working togethers these days. And we has many enemies, but there is one who is desperate enough to send them after me."

" You think it’s about the poisoning?" He asked again.

“I know it is.” She exhaled. “We’ll find out soon enough. But now, we need to get to the fundraiser first. I need some places to get a proper outfit.”

‘Women…Even after the attack, she focused more on the outfits.’ Benjamin shook his head, amused.

Amanda found a shop. Minutes later, she slipped into a form-fitting, metallic sheath gown that accentuated her curves.

Her brown hair cascaded in soft curls as she walked toward Benjamin. 

Benjamin hadn’t bothered to change; he had no plan to make any attentions. 

Besides, his outfit was fine for anything.

“You sure you don’t wanna any changes?” Amanda glanced at him.

“What? My suits are fine enough for the occasion.” Benjamin frowned.

Amanda sweeps past his pilling elbow and let out a chuckle.

“If you said so. But you don’t need it anyway.”

They arrived at the nursing home a little bit late. The security team had been stationed outside, waiting for the greeting.

"Welcome, Miss. Amanda.  Welcome, Mr. Benjamin. It’s an honor, Sir. "  The security said, addressing him with unexpected reverence.

Amanda shot him a puzzled glance until they walked inside the building.

The atmosphere was different. The staff treated Benjamin with a kind of respect.

"Welcome back! Mr. Benjamin!" The staff acknowledged him with smiling faces.

Amanda continued to stare at him with surprise.

It surprised her even more when they walked into the hall.

The elderly residents of the nursing home started greeting him with enthusiasm.

"Benny! My dear boy!" An old woman hugged him from behind.

"Hello, Mrs. Cornwell." Benjamin smiled, returning the old lady's hug.

“I knew that was you!” Another elderly man walked up to him wearing a smile.

Soon enough, a small crowd of residents gathered around him.

Amanda watched all this in awe.

She had no idea he was that popular among those elders.

This kind of familiarity didn’t happen overnight. Benjamin must have visited often. 

The elderly here were ordinary people, unlikely to bring him any material benefit. 

The only reason Benjamin kept coming back was simple: he was genuinely a kind person.

The more she thought about it, the more layers of mystery seemed to surround Benjamin, and her curiosity about him only grew...

As the evening gala began, Amanda stepped away to take a phone call, leaving Benjamin to explore the venue.

Prominent figures started arriving, all eager to fight for ownership of the nursing home’s land.

Benjamin stepped outside for some fresh air.

From his spot by the entrance, he overheard two women talking about the nursing home’s future.

“They can’t sell this place without the residents’ permission. They're practically co-owners,” one of them said.

“I’m not sure about that, but if any businessman buys it, this place might be torn down,” the second woman replied.

This new information struck Benjamin roughly.

It was not good news at all to hear that the nursing home was at risk of being brought down.

Just then, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up outside, drawing everyone’s attention.