239Once outside, Diana was as furious as an enraged bull. Her face, still red from the slap, twisted with anger and shame. “That... that *bitch!*” she spat, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “I’ll make her pay for this. No one humiliates Diana Werner and gets away with it!”Amanda, trying
240Benjamin limped across his opulent office, the pain shooting up his bandaged leg with every step. The dark mahogany walls and rich leather furnishings seemed to close in on him, mirroring the simmering frustration that bubbled beneath the surface. He cursed Darius West under his breath, his voic
241Nathan leaned back, swirling the scotch in his glass as he studied Benjamin with a calculating gaze. The air in the room grew thick with tension, and Benjamin could feel the weight of Nathan’s scrutiny bearing down on him. The powerful man’s piercing eyes narrowed, and a frown creased his forehe
242Benjamin swallowed nervously, nodding as he forced a tight smile. "I understand, Mr. Lucre. I won’t let you down."Nathan’s smile widened slightly, though his eyes remained cold. "See that you don’t." He finished the last of his scotch and set the empty glass down with a finality that made Benja
243Benjamin chuckled, a cold, humorless sound. "You don't get to be Benjamin without knowing a few things, sir. Your hatred for Darius is well-known, especially after he stole Leslie from you. My mother, Martha, even suggested we meet for revenge. It seems we both have a score to settle."Nathan’s
244Nathan set his glass down, the clink resonating through the room. "You’ve certainly thought this through. But let’s be clear—if we’re doing this, we do it my way. You might have some useful information, but I’m not about to let a loose cannon like you derail my plans.""Your way?" Benjamin echoe
245A few days later, in Darius's sleek, modern office, the atmosphere was charged with focus and determination. Darius sat behind his imposing desk, his eyes scanning the documents spread before him with sharp precision. Mr. Sanchez stood respectfully to the side, his hands clasped in front of him
246As the door clicked shut behind Mr. Sanchez, Darius let out a slow, controlled breath. The weight of responsibility never sat lightly on his shoulders, but he had long since learned to embrace it. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft chime of his intercom."Young Master," came the voice of