After ending the call with Isabella, Benjamin turned on his phone's data connection and navigated to the group chat for his school. It had been quite a while since he had been active in class, and he wanted to catch up on the latest updates.Benjamin was still scrolling through the group chat when a series of breaking news headlines caught his attention:"Dorothy Foster Breaks Up with Maverick Stone""Business Class Irene Azuka Gets Intimate with Maverick Stone""Dorothy Foster Leaks Irene Azuka's Explicit Picture"These headlines were causing quite a stir in the chat, with his classmates discussing the drama in detail. "What? Dorothy and Maverick, those two idiots have broken up?" Benjamin smirked as he read the news. "He cheated on her? She deserves it, lol." He laughed, finding a certain sense of irony in the situation.Then he scrolled down further and saw the explicit pictures of Irene Azuka that were allegedly leaked by Dorothy Foster. This revelation left him shocked, as Irene

As Cordelia began reviewing the company's statistics charts, her expression gradually shifted from curiosity to clear displeasure. She noticed various areas of concern—shares were falling, stocks were performing poorly, and there seemed to be a pattern of unnecessary spending in various departments.She asked Marshall pointed questions about the state of the company's finances, trying to get to the bottom of the mismanagement. "The shares are falling rapidly, and our stocks aren't performing well. What's your plan to address these issues?" she asked, her tone serious and direct.Marshall squirmed in his seat, unable to provide a satisfactory answer. He mumbled something about market fluctuations and seasonal trends, but Cordelia wasn't convinced."And what about the unnecessary spending here?" Cordelia continued, pointing to a section of the chart. "These expenses are well above the allocated budget. Can you explain this?"Marshall hesitated, struggling to find an acceptable explanati

As he lifted the lid, he was greeted by the sight of a sleek black suit neatly folded inside. The fabric looked expensive, and the craftsmanship was impeccable. Beside the suit lay a pair of polished leather shoes, perfectly matching the ensemble. A luxurious watch caught his eye, its gleaming face indicating precision and elegance.Inspecting further, he found a crisp white shirt and a silk tie, completing the sophisticated look. Each piece seemed to perfection, exuding sophistication and style.Finally, nestled among the attire, was an invitation card to the party, elegantly designed and adorned with intricate details.Raymond nodded in approval, impressed by the contents of his box. "Oh, nice. Tomorrow night is going to be a great day," he murmured to himself. His gaze then shifted to the other box, likely intended for Cordelia. Temptation gnawed at him, urging him to peek inside, but he resisted. "No," he decided, shaking his head. "Let me just give it to her so she'll wear it an

As Cordelia cautiously opened the box, she was met with an array of carefully arranged items. At the top lay a stunning gown, It was a deep shade of midnight blue, intricately embellished with delicate beadwork and lace.Beneath the gown, she found a pair of elegant heels, perfectly matching the dress in color and style. Alongside them lay a dainty clutch purse, adorned with subtle metallic accents.Nestled within the folds of the gown was a small velvet box, and as Cordelia lifted it, she discovered a dazzling necklace, its pendant sparkling with an array of precious gems.Beneath the jewelry box, Cordelia found a sleek envelope, elegantly adorned with intricate designs. With trembling hands, she opened it to reveal a beautifully crafted invitation card. As Cordelia read the details, she realized that the event was scheduled for the following evening. Cordelia's frown deepened as she confronted Raymond, holding up the invitation card for his inspection. "What is this?" she demanded

“You want to sword fight?” The old master askedBenjamin nodded. “I'm not good with swords, but I'm going to try it, I've learnt some basics from the book.” He saidThe old master walked into his hut and brought out two swords, they looked old and threw one at Benjamin. “These are old swords I used long ago, let's see your effective skills.” He saidBenjamin caught the sword holding it tightly as he looked at it. It was even blunt, something not to hurt like that. He nodded and bowed slightly. Benjamin’s grip tightened on the hilt. He had read about swordplay, practiced the forms, but this was different. The old master’s eyes bore into him, assessing every nuance—the set of his shoulders, the tension in his arms.“Remember,” the old master said, “a sword is an extension of your will. It obeys your intent.”Benjamin nodded, his heart pounding. He had imagined this moment—the clash of steel, the dance of blades—but now, facing the old master, doubt crept in. His sword felt heavy, unwie