Benjamin chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Are you sure you want me to leave?" he teased, pulling her closer.Cordelia smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Maybe not just yet," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. The intensity of their earlier moment returned, but there was a tender, lingering sweetness to it now.They stayed like that for a few more minutes, wrapped in each other’s warmth, before Cordelia finally sighed. "Okay, now you really should go," she said softly, though she made no move to get off him.Benjamin nodded, understanding. "Alright," he said, giving her one last kiss. "But I'll be back early tomorrow."Cordelia smiled, sliding off him and helping him gather his clothes. "I'll be waiting," she said, watching as he dressed. Benjamin left after that. Getting into his room, Benjamin didn’t go to sleep. Instead, he opened his laptop and began searching for beautiful proposal rings for his girlfriend. He scrolled through countless images

"It's me," Benjamin replied, stepping forward.The cashier frowned, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Please choose another ring from our general display area, not from the private viewing section."Benjamin's brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance. "Why? She was the one who sent us there," he said, pointing to the sales associate who had assisted him.The cashier glanced at the associate and then back at Benjamin. "Don't you know the rings there are expensive? Does he look like someone who can afford it?" she remarked dismissively. Benjamin's eyes hardened, and he stood taller. "Is this how you treat your customers? Judging their ability to pay based on your own instincts?”Helen and the driver exchanged glances, clearly uncomfortable with the situation but ready to support Benjamin.The cashier looked slightly taken aback by Benjamin's response but held her ground. "It's company policy to ensure—"Benjamin cut her off, his voice firm and unwavering. "Your company policy should i

"Good, bring it," Benjamin said, taking a seat.Rakshasha retrieved a newspaper from a nearby table and handed it to Benjamin. The newspaper looked extremely old, its yellowed pages brittle and edges frayed. It was more than 8 years old, and its age showed in every crease and tear.Benjamin unfolded the paper carefully, revealing a headline that read: "Tragic Accident Claims Lives of Winslow Family CEO and Wife." The accompanying photograph depicted a horrific scene: a car, utterly crushed, with a large truck looming ominously in the background. The truck's registration number, partially obscured by the wreckage but still legible, read: "TRK-45829.”"Write down the truck's registration number," Benjamin instructed the team, ensuring everyone had the critical detail documented."Finally, we have the truck number," Benjamin said with a note of relief. "We need to check its registration."Cipherella looked up from her computer. "Master, I can check the database for all registered numbers

As he finished, a sense of relief washed over him. The hard part was over, and he could now report back with the vital information needed. Meanwhile, back at the base, Benjamin was pacing around the room, his mind consumed with anticipation and impatience. With each step, he mentally urged Parker to hurry with his task, knowing that time was of the essence in their investigation. Helen observed Benjamin's restless demeanor and finally spoke up. "What will you use the VIN number for, Benjamin?” Stopping in his tracks, Benjamin turned to face her, his expression focused. "The VIN number is crucial. It will help us trace the car's manufacture and gather important details about its history. With that information, we can piece together the puzzle of what happened and who may have been involved." Helen nodded, understanding the significance of the VIN number in their investigation. "I see. So, it's like a key that unlocks vital information about the car's origins and past.” "Exactly,"

After successfully logging in and entering her password, to her relief, the system granted her access, and she began her search for Lars Johansen. She input the name into the search field, adding any additional details they had gathered, and waited as the database scanned through its extensive records.Meanwhile, at the bustling shopping mall, Rose and Cordelia were enjoying their day, completely unaware of the two individuals who had been discreetly watching and following them for some time. The shadowy figures lurked at a distance, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and kidnap Cordelia.Rose and Cordelia had spent hours perusing the stores, their arms laden with bags full of clothing, accessories, and various other items. Cordelia placed all her strange feeling for Rose aside so the two chatted animatedly as they made their way to the counter, their laughter echoing through the store.At the checkout counter, Rose began to reach for her wallet to pay for their purchases.