2024-01-09 13:59:51The next day, when Cordelia woke up, Benjamin had unknowingly shifted in his sleep, his hands resting closely to hers, and his body close to hers. Cordelia was momentarily stunned but decided not to fuss over it. She carefully took his hands off and got up, not wanting to disturb his rest since he wasn't feeling well.
Quietly, she left the room and went to take a shower in her own room, dressing nicely afterward. In the kitchen, Cordelia prepared something for Benjamin, considering his well-being.About two hours later, Benjamin woke up and realized Cordelia wasn't beside him. He felt a slight pain in his hand as he got up.“Awww, seems she injected me last night.” He whispered, walking away to brush his teeth. Heading to the hall, he didn't find Cordelia there either. Concerned, he went to the kitchen and found a folded piece of paper on the table."Hi Benjamin,I'm heading to the market to pick up some grocerie
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Benjamin looked at Abdelkarim and gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder. “Control everything well,” he said quietly. “When I get time, I’ll visit Syria again.” Abdelkarim nodded, his eyes filled with respect. Then, without thinking twice, he went down on one knee before Benjamin. “Thank you, Master,” he said softly. “In just one month, you changed my life completely. You taught me things I never imagined learning. I’ll never forget this.” Benjamin gave a small smile and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Stand up,” he said. “You earned this. Lead well.” Benjamin looked at Abdelkarim with a steady, serious gaze. “Don’t mix in fraud and shady deals,” he said softly. “Make a name for yourself by doing things clean and strong. Be firm with our enemies — don’t show them mercy. But if you choose the dark side and betray what I taught you, I will come back to Syria and end you myself.” Abdelkarim met his eyes, swallowed, and nodded. “I promise. I will not go into the dark. I will do this ri
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Darnell’s eyes darted around the room. For a long moment he said nothing, counting on fear to buy him silence. Then, beaten and in pain, he began to speak—slowly, haltingly, as if each name peeled a layer off him.“It wasn’t just one place,” he said at last. “There were men who liked profit more than question. A few ministers—small ones, not the public faces—who took payments to look the other way. A customs official in Port Qadir, Fahad Qari, who helped clear shipments. A registrar at the land office who put properties in nominees—Omar Nadir. A judge who delayed cases when asked—Judge Basim Haroun. A shipping magnate—Rafik Sayeed—who let containers disappear for a fee.”He swallowed, the words tasting like ash. “And businessmen—people with legitimate fronts. Galleria Group’s director, Marwan Al-Issa, washed invoices sometimes; Crescent Commodities handled fake paperwork.”Abdelkarim’s jaw tightened. Benjamin's face stayed expressionless, but Benjamin watched each name, measuring weig
Chapter 461
Darnell’s eyes darted around the room. For a long moment he said nothing, counting on fear to buy him silence. Then, beaten and in pain, he began to speak—slowly, haltingly, as if each name peeled a layer off him.“It wasn’t just one place,” he said at last. “There were men who liked profit more than question. A few ministers—small ones, not the public faces—who took payments to look the other way. A customs official in Port Qadir, Fahad Qari, who helped clear shipments. A registrar at the land office who put properties in nominees—Omar Nadir. A judge who delayed cases when asked—Judge Basim Haroun. A shipping magnate—Rafik Sayeed—who let containers disappear for a fee.”He swallowed, the words tasting like ash. “And businessmen—people with legitimate fronts. Galleria Group’s director, Marwan Al-Issa, washed invoices sometimes; Crescent Commodities handled fake paperwork.”Abdelkarim’s jaw tightened. Benjamin's face stayed expressionless, but Benjamin watched each name, measuring weig
Chapter 461
Darnell’s eyes darted around the room. For a long moment he said nothing, counting on fear to buy him silence. Then, beaten and in pain, he began to speak—slowly, haltingly, as if each name peeled a layer off him.“It wasn’t just one place,” he said at last. “There were men who liked profit more than question. A few ministers—small ones, not the public faces—who took payments to look the other way. A customs official in Port Qadir, Fahad Qari, who helped clear shipments. A registrar at the land office who put properties in nominees—Omar Nadir. A judge who delayed cases when asked—Judge Basim Haroun. A shipping magnate—Rafik Sayeed—who let containers disappear for a fee.”He swallowed, the words tasting like ash. “And businessmen—people with legitimate fronts. Galleria Group’s director, Marwan Al-Issa, washed invoices sometimes; Crescent Commodities handled fake paperwork.”Abdelkarim’s jaw tightened. Benjamin's face stayed expressionless, but Benjamin watched each name, measuring weig
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Darnell’s face went ashen. He shook his head violently, scrambling back in his chair, one hand pressed to his bleeding thigh. “No—please,” he sputtered, voice cracking. “Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything. I’ll work for you. I’ll— I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t—please, I can pay you, I can manage things for you. I’ll be useful. Don’t kill me.” He looked to Benjamin , eyes pleading and frantic. “You can use me. I’ll hand over everything. I’ll tell you everything. Don’t—please.” His whole body trembled with fear, the reality of his defeat written plain on his face. Benjamin watched him, expression unreadable. Benjamin glanced toward the doorway. “Abdelkarim — come in.” Abdelkarim stepped forward, moving close enough for Benjamin to whisper in his ear. The words were low and quick; Abdelkarim listened, then gave a slow, determined nod. He took a seat opposite Darnell, folding his hands on his knees. His face was hard, but his voice was calm. “Talk,” Abdelkarim said. “
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“It was an offshore account. I don't remember the details.” Darnell repliedBenjamin’s gaze sharpened. “Do you have the email associated with that account?” he asked.Darnell nodded slowly. “Yes… I do.”Benjamin tapped his earbud, speaking calmly through the comms. “Cipherella, anything to be done?”Through the earpiece, Cipherella’s voice came clear and precise. “Yes, Master. I can access the emails linked to the account, check all correspondence, and even request statements directly from the bank if needed. Everything can be verified and traced back to him.”Benjamin’s eyes locked on Darnell. “Good,”Benjamin’s voice was quiet but hard. “Give me the logins — email, account numbers, anything tied to that offshore transfer. Now.”Darnell’s hand shook as he fumbled through his pockets. He muttered as he found a small, worn notebook and pushed it toward Benjamin. “There — usernames, some passwords… there’s an email he used: vaultcust@— I can’t remember the whole domain, but it’s in ther
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