Chapter 74
Author: Cy Pen
last update2025-11-28 00:03:20

At that moment, hearing this direct question about his family's business standing, Benjamin felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he was forced to confront and admit the extent of his family's fall from their previous position of influence.

His discomfort was visible as he struggled with having to reveal the humiliating decline that his family had experienced in recent months.

“Currently, our situation is quite different from where we used to be,” Benjamin said, his voice carrying obvio
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