SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 3

The commotion began to attract the attention of both Strat corporation’s employees and visitors.

Eyes locked onto the stunning, rare diamond ring laying inside the box in Benjamin's hand.

Murmurs and whispers swirled through the crowd.

Someone recognized it.

"Oh, my goodness, is that really The Dragon’s Eye?!" 

As soon as this sentence comes out, the whisper in the crowd becomes louder!

The Dragon’s Eye! Literally every girl's dream.

"Impossible!!"

"How did he get his hands on that?" A person in the crowd commented.

"This is unbelievable." Another murmured.

Marcus’s eyes locked on the red box in Benjamin’s hand.

Greed and jealousy flickered in his gaze.

He stepped closer, closing the distance.

"There was no way you get this diamond!" 

"Come on, spit it out! Where did you really get it?"

Benjamin frowned, his patience wearing thin.

"I bought it."

Marcus let out a sharp laugh.

"You bought it? Yeah, right!”

“You couldn’t afford a single speck of dust from this gem!”

“You must’ve stolen it!”

“Are you out of your mind, thinking you can win Emily back with something you stole?”

Benjamin had no interest in wasting more words on this man.

He turned to leave, but Marcus wasn’t done.

With a snap of his fingers, Marcus signaled his bodyguards.

“Seize him!” Marcus barked. “And find out how he got hold of such a priceless jewel!”

Benjamin picked up the box and snapped it shut. His eyes narrowed, and a cold, dangerous gleam flashed in them.

He’d had it enough. 

The bodyguards closed in.

Before they could act, however, the movements of Benjamin movements were swift and precise. 

Within seconds, the guards were all incapacitated, no one even getting close enough to touch him.

One guard swung a bat at him from behind, but Benjamin sidestepped like he had eyes behind his head.

He grabbed the guy’s arm, spun him around, and with a simple push, sent him flying across the room.

The crowd gasped, screaming and scrambling backward in panic.

Benjamin stood calmly, raising a hand to signal. His voice steady but firm

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Then he turned to Marcus, his gaze icy.

"I’ll tell you one last time: this diamond ring is mine.”

“Don’t get in my way. It’s better for everyone."”

“Yours?!” Marcus laughed, but the sound held no humor—only mockery.

"You expect me to believe that?”

“A broke loser like you can’t even afford a pair of boxers!”

“Ha, really funny. A mangy dog thinks he can get into Emily’s pants."

Marcus’s words were laced with venom.  

"The only place you’re getting into is a prison cell!" Marcus spat. "And I’ll be more than happy to arrange that for you!"

Before Benjamin could react, Marcus threw a punch.

Marcus, the son of a wealthy family, had been trained in all kinds of combat since he was young. Boxing, taekwondo, judo—he was sure Benjamin wouldn’t be able to match him.

Benjamin, despite having just taken down the guards, was still no match for Marcus, right?

Benjamin's expression had darkened with each of Marcus's words before.

With the last word Marcus said, Benjamin could no longer control himself and balled his fists.

Marcus’s punch was fast, but Benjamin was faster.

He dodged in a blur of motion, then turned and punched Marcus across the face.

The sound of the fist rang out through the room, and Marcus was sent flying backward, crashing several meters away.

Blood and broken teeth spilled from Marcus’s mouth as he stared at Benjamin in disbelief.

The room went silent, everyone frozen in shock.

Nobody had seen Benjamin display such a level of martial arts before. He had always remained calm and collected no matter what was thrown at him.

Marcus’s ego was more bruised than anything else. He could not imagine how Benjamin, who had been an ordinary nobody, had suddenly become so formidable.

"Get him down!" He snarled to his personal guards, spitting blood between words.

Those personal guards weren’t just regular thugs; they were retired special forces. But Benjamin had already prepared his stance for an effortless battle.

is moves were sharp, precise, and too fast to follow. He dodged every strike and returned every blow.

And he did all of this, without getting so much as a speck of dust on his shirt, or a scratch on his body.

It was almost unnatural the way he fought. Soon, no one was left standing.

The stunned crowd recoiled. Those who had known Benjamin as a quiet, ordinary man, now watched him walk past them like a storm.

Without a word, Benjamin walked out of the building at the same speed.

Minutes later, Emily and Celine alerted by the commotion, rushed downfloors.

They found Marcus Roberts on the floor, surrounded by the company's medical expert.

Celine rushed up to his side when she saw how badly beaten he looked. "Marcus! Are you alright?" She asked, eyes wide in horror.

"That bastard! A fucking thief dare to do this to us! I’ll make him pay!"  Marcus gritted his teeth and yelled loudly.

"A thief?" Emily asked in disbelief. She looked around the scenery still unsure how possible it was that Benjamin had done all of that.

"How could he be so reckless?" She murmured to herself, thinking.

It must be Benjamin's way of retaliating because of her rejection.

"What did he steal?" She heard Celine ask Marcus.

" Dragon’s Eye! He must have stolen it to win Emily over. Can you imagine if she accepted it? She'd be a thief too !" Marcus hissed, pointing to the spot where the diamond had laid earlier on.

" The Dragon’s Eye?” Celine laughed incredulously. “That’s impossible! It’s the rarest of the rare. One of a kind!”

"I know what I saw. " Marcus snapped, “No wonder he hid it in that hideous little red box.”

Celine turned to Emily, disbelief on her face. How could Benjamin really have gotten his hands on such a rare gem?

But Marcus couldn’t be lying about everything, could he?

Emily walked away from the medical team, leaving Marcus to be tended to. She approached her security team, who were already reviewing the footage.

“Is it true?” she asked, her voice calm but sharp. “Did Benjamin really have the Dragon’s Eye?”

The head of security, a tall, broad-shouldered inked man nodded.

“According to the camera, he took it with him when he left. A lot of people saw him.”

Emily’s jaw tightened. "Excuse me." She muttered. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.