Novels by Strawberry

Henry Benson’s arrival was loud, arrogant, and unmistakably theatrical.Several luxury cars screeched to a halt outside the broken factory. Doors swung open at once, and imposing men in suits stepped out first, forming a rigid formation. Then, finally—Henry Benson emerged.Tall, sharp-featured, dressed in all black with a silver chain glinting against his chest. His slicked-back hair and the ever-present smirk stamped him with the aura of the Benson family’s notorious young master.The moment the two punks spotted him, their eyes lit up with hope.“Young master!” one of them cried, half-choking on pain.“Young master Henry, we’re here! Save us!”Lion, the one whose arm Arthur had snapped, let out a pained snarl.“Now you’re finished!” he screeched at Arthur, clutching his mangled arm. “Just you wait—Young Master Benson will tear you to pieces!”Arthur didn’t even bother looking at him.His expression remained utterly calm. Eyes half-lidded. Breath steady.Unimpressed.Jessica Harris

Henry Benson’s arrival was loud, arrogant, and unmistakably theatrical.Several luxury cars screeched to a halt outside the broken factory. Doors swung open at once, and imposing men in suits stepped out first, forming a rigid formation. Then, finally—Henry Benson emerged.Tall, sharp-featured, dressed in all black with a silver chain glinting against his chest. His slicked-back hair and the ever-present smirk stamped him with the aura of the Benson family’s notorious young master.The moment the two punks spotted him, their eyes lit up with hope.“Young master!” one of them cried, half-choking on pain.“Young master Henry, we’re here! Save us!”Lion, the one whose arm Arthur had snapped, let out a pained snarl.“Now you’re finished!” he screeched at Arthur, clutching his mangled arm. “Just you wait—Young Master Benson will tear you to pieces!”Arthur didn’t even bother looking at him.His expression remained utterly calm. Eyes half-lidded. Breath steady.Unimpressed.Jessica Harris

The two punks trembled where they stood, still pinned in Arthur’s gaze—trapped like prey in the eyes of a predator.Before Arthur could take a step toward them, Laura Harris suddenly snapped out of her shock.“Arthur who do you think you are to threaten people?!" Laura Harris fumed.Arthur's gaze landed on her. Sharp and cold.At once, Laura’s words died in her throat, his frigid eyes cutting through her. She shut her mouth, taking a shaky step back., her eyes widening in shock and fright. How come Arthur was so different from before?Seeing Laura had gone silent, Arthur shifted his attention back to the punks.“You,” he said quietly, pointing at the first punk with a scar on his lip. "What's your name?"The punk looked at Arthur in confusion. "Lion."Arthur nodded. "I'll make sure to engrave your name on your headstone when I am done."Lion flinched, his heart hammering. He had no idea why he was this scared, but something in his bones told him this man was dangerous. He took a ste

“Laura Harris… you are really bold.”Arthur’s voice cut through the warehouse like a blade—sharp, cold, and impossible to ignore. His gaze, frigid and unwavering, pinned Laura in place.Ten minutes earlier, Mason’s men had delivered the full amount—eighty million dollars in cash. The bank manager had been drenched in sweat, hands shaking as he processed a withdrawal he would probably remember for the rest of his life. Only a handful of people in Sky City could take out that kind of money without blinking.But Mason’s right-hand man, Marty, had handled the operation with the efficiency of a seasoned veteran.Now, standing in an open clearing just outside the abandoned factory, three black vehicles lined up with precision. Armed men waited motionlessly as Arthur’s convoy rolled to a stop.“Sir,” Marty greeted with a respectful nod as Arthur and Mason stepped out.Mason returned the nod. “Did you bring it?”“Yes.”Marty lifted his hand, signaling to the two men behind him. They moved for

“What are your orders, young master?”Mason’s voice was steady, but the tension in the car was unmistakable. Arthur had not spoken since the phone call with Laura. He sat there, motionless, yet the entire room felt as if the air had thickened—charged, dangerous.Arthur finally exhaled, though it did little to lighten the atmosphere.“She wants forty million?” His tone was quiet, almost too calm. It wasn’t a question—it was a verdict.Mason swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”Arthur’s eyes darkened, a cold glint flashing deep within. “Double it.”“But sir—” Mason hesitated, instinctively stepping back. The number alone could shake a company, yet Arthur spoke of it as casually as one might order coffee.However, that wasn't what bothered Mason. Laura Harris was a woman who didn't think. Yet her actions spoke that she might not be alone in this. Arthur didn’t look at him. “Do as I say, Mason.”The command left no room for argument, sharp enough to slice through the tension.“Yes, young master.

Mr Yates glared at his son, Lucas who froze midstep. Lucas looked at the two elders in surprise. He didn't expect his father to come to his office.He nodded, “Good afternoon Mr Cole.”Behind his father, Mr Cole simply looked on, barely responding to Lucas's greeting. “Where do you think you are going?” His father, Mr Edward Yates, repeated.“To the club. Henry called me over to hang out with some friends.” Lucas tried brushing off, but how could Mr Yates fall for that?Just before they arrived, they had heard Lucas discussing capturing someone over the phone. The audacity this kid had, doing these kinds of dirty things when he was still alive!At least do it more neatly without leaving any evidence behind.Edward Yates gripped his walking cane tightly. “If you think I am stupid, then go ahead and lie one more time!”Lucas knew his father was really angry this time, so he talked. “Henry and I wanted to teach someone a lesson. It's no big deal.”Edward's face grew dark. “Who?” Luca