With his shaved head, diamond earring, and ruthless gangster aura, Benjamin looked like a man who could order a hit without blinking.
Daisy's fear wasn't entirely unfounded.
The moment she stepped out of the guest room, she heard his vicious roars.
"If you couldn't block her, you should have rammed her off the road! Even if you brought back a corpse, I wouldn't be calling you incompetent failures!"
The men kept their heads bowed, terrified.
None of them expected Nancy to be so formidable.
The bodyguards surrounding her were clearly elite operators.
Otherwise, one single car couldn't have shaken off an entire pursuit team.
Seeing Benjamin's explosive rage, Daisy's terror skyrocketed.
She tried to silently retreat from the danger zone, but a sharp bark stopped her in her tracks.
"Halt."
Daisy froze, too scared to breathe, waiting for the executioner's blade.
Watching this girl skulk around his house like a burglar, Benjamin demanded harshly, "Who the hell are you?"
Daisy: "..."
The question completely broke her brain.
Who was she? Where was she? Why was he asking her this?
Zane leaned in and whispered, "Boss, that's the friend Miss Vance asked you to look after."
As Benjamin's top assistant, Zane felt like he was managing a chaotic toddler half the time.
Blinded by anger, Benjamin had completely forgotten the stranger staying in his house.
He pointed a finger at her. "You. What was your name again?"
Maeve had introduced her yesterday, but he had wiped it from his memory.
Seeing Daisy trembling like a leaf, Zane helpfully intervened.
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