All Chapters of Benjamin Wayne's Rise to Power : Chapter 61
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Chapter 61
The laboratory doors slid shut with a muted hiss, sealing off the outside world.The noise of the hospital corridor vanished instantly, replaced by a controlled quiet broken only by the faint hum of machines. Cool white light washed over the space, reflecting off steel surfaces and glass panels. The air smelled sterile, tinged with something faintly metallic.Benjamin took in his surroundings without comment.Dr. Hale adjusted the tablet in his hand and walked ahead at an unhurried pace, clearly accustomed to the environment. His white coat swaying slightly as he moved, his posture relaxed but precise, the kind that came from decades spent in controlled spaces like this one.“You know, this facility,” Dr. Hale began conversationally, “is not quite part of the hospital’s public wing. It was funded privately.”Benjamin nodded once. He had already guessed as much. Everything here suggested preparation, foresight, and no shortage of money.They stopped in front of a reinforced glass chamb
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“I shouldn’t have told you this much,” Dr. Hale said after a moment. “But given what is about to happen, and the responsibilities you are stepping into, it felt wrong to keep you completely in the dark.”Benjamin stood still inside the sealed laboratory, the hum of machines faint but constant around them. The white lights overhead cast a clean glow across the metallic surfaces, making the space feel detached from the chaos of the outside world. For a brief moment, it felt as though time itself had slowed.Dr. Hale’s words lingered.Coma.Magic.Protecting his young grandson.Benjamin’s chest tightened.He had always believed that his survival was nothing more than coincidence. That he had simply been lucky. That whatever misfortune had swallowed his early childhood had passed him by without reason.But now, standing here, he realized that his life had not been spared by chance.Someone had paid the price.His grandfather.Benjamin did not speak. He did not ask questions. His throat fe
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The convoy slowed as it pulled up before the private club, its exterior bathed in warm golden light that spilled across the pavement like a deliberate invitation. The building stood apart from the surrounding streets, all glass, polished stone, and discreet luxury. This was not a place meant for ordinary patrons. It existed for those who enjoyed being watched while pretending they were above it.Terence Lin stepped out first.The moment his polished shoes touched the ground, several attendants hurried forward, bowing slightly as they opened the doors wider. Conversations along the entrance path fell silent, replaced by a low hum of anticipation. Terence did not acknowledge them. He adjusted his cuffs calmly, his posture relaxed, as though this entire evening had unfolded exactly as he intended.Behind him, Iris Reed hesitated for half a second before following. Her gaze lifted toward the towering facade, then shifted to Terence’s back. The unease she had been carrying since the bar onl
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“Is it really so hard to understand? Successful men keep mistresses. That’s simply how the world works.”Those words landed in Rose's ears like a spark dropped into dry grass.She stood just behind Terence Lin, close enough to catch the faint scent of expensive cologne on his clothes, close enough to see the lazy confidence in his posture. When he spoke so casually about wives and mistresses, it was as if he were discussing assets instead of people. Yet to her, those words carried a weight she could not ignore.She had always known her place.Rose had never truly believed she could become Terence Lin’s wife. That role belonged to women from families that matched his background, women whose surnames carried weight and whose upbringing had been carefully curated. Rose had never dared to imagine herself standing beside him in public as Mrs. Lin, attending banquets and smiling for cameras. That dream had always felt distant, unrealistic.But a mistress?That was different.Her heart began
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Soon after, preparations began.The spacious hall was cleared, and attendants moved with practiced efficiency, bringing out fencing equipment stored behind polished glass panels. The atmosphere shifted from casual mockery to something more charged. This was no longer just verbal sparring. It was turning into a spectacle.Benjamin and Terence Lin were led to opposite sides of the piste.They changed into fencing gear under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Masks, jackets, gloves. The clean white fabric contrasted sharply with the dark, expectant mood that had settled over the room. Terence Lin moved with ease, clearly familiar with the process, his motions confident and practiced. He looked every bit the elite fencer he claimed to be.Benjamin, on the other hand, took his time.His movements were unhurried, deliberate. He adjusted the straps of his jacket carefully, testing their tightness, then slipped on his gloves. To some, it looked like hesitation. To others, like ignorance. Murmurs
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The moment the signal was given, Terence Lin moved.There was no warning, no testing strike, no hesitation. The instant the referee’s hand dropped, Terence stepped forward and thrust his sword straight toward Benjamin’s chest.Clean and sharply. The blade cut through the air with a faint hiss.A collective shout erupted from the crowd.“That’s it!”“He’s ending it right now!”“One move!”Several people leaned forward instinctively, some already grinning, others holding their breath as if they were witnessing the conclusion of a foregone outcome.Benjamin’s eyes widened.His body reacted before his mind could fully process what was happening.He barely managed to raise his blade in time.Clang.The impact jolted up his arm, the vibration sharp and numbing. The force behind Terence’s thrust was far greater than Benjamin had expected. His wrist buckled slightly, and he staggered back a half step, boots scraping against the polished floor.Gasps rippled through the venue.“He blocked it?
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“Let’s end this soon,” Terence said coolly.His voice carried clearly across the venue, calm and measured, as if the duel was nothing more than a casual exercise. The fencing piste gleamed beneath the overhead lights, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected steel, movement, and tension alike. Every pair of eyes in the club was fixed on the stage, following the clash between Terence Lin and Benjamin Lawson.Below the platform however, the atmosphere was anything but calm.Iris Reed stood near the front of the crowd, her fingers clenched tightly together, knuckles pale. She barely realized how rigid her posture had become until her shoulders began to ache. Her gaze never left the stage, not even for a moment. Each time Terence’s blade darted forward, her breath caught. Each time Benjamin managed to block or evade, relief rushed through her chest so sharply it almost hurt.She had told herself she wouldn’t care.She had told herself that Benjamin’s outcome no longer mattered. And yet,
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For a brief moment, no one moved.The fencing sword lay on the polished floor, its metallic surface catching the overhead lights as it slowly spun to a stop. The sound it had made echoed in everyone’s ears long after it had faded, as if the room itself had been struck silent by the impact.Then the realization began to settle in.Benjamin had won.Not a single person in the audience spoke at first. The cheering that had once filled the club vanished entirely, replaced by a suffocating quiet that pressed down on the spectators like a physical weight. Faces that had moments ago been twisted in mockery now froze mid-expression, eyes widening as minds struggled to reconcile what they had just seen.Terence Lin had lost the first round.Iris stood rigid, her fingers gripping the edge of her coat so tightly that her knuckles turned white. For a split second, she wondered if she had imagined it, if her fear and hope had blurred together into something unreal.But the sword on the floor was r
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This wasn’t supposed to happen. Terence thought.Not like this.The sword that had once felt like an extension of his arm lay discarded on the ground… again. Its polished surface reflecting the overhead lights in a way that felt almost mocking.Terence slowly lifted his head, his gaze locking onto Benjamin for the first time with something other than disdain or amusement. What stared back at him now was disbelief, raw and unfiltered.He could tell.That was what unsettled him the most.From the very first exchange, Terence had known Benjamin was a novice. It wasn’t just the way he held the blade at the start, or the stiff, unfamiliar posture that betrayed a lack of formal training. It was the small things. The hesitation before the first engagement. The way Benjamin’s footwork had initially been slightly off, his movements guided more by instinct than technique.Terence had seen countless beginners before.And Benjamin had been one of them.But yet—Two rounds.Only two.In that absur
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“I was careless,” Terence said coolly. “I clearly underestimated you.”The words rang across the fencing club, crisp and deliberate, as if he had rehearsed them in advance. Benjamin did not respond immediately. He merely adjusted his grip slightly, the movement smooth and unhurried. He carefully watched Terence, as if waiting to see what excuse would come next.Terence then straightened his posture, slid his sword back into its sheath, and turned slightly toward the audience. His expression however was calm, almost generous, the kind one wore after granting mercy rather than suffering defeat.The female manager hesitated near the edge of the stage, clearly unsure whether the match had truly ended or if another round was still expected. But before she could say anything, Terence spoke again.“Regardless of the circumstances,” he continued, voice measured, “a loss is a loss. I won’t deny the result of the first two rounds.”A murmur rippled through the crowd.Some people nodded immedia