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Chapter 8

Preston burst into laughter, playfully tapping Yancy's nose. "I'm very pleased. I'll make sure to reward you well tonight."

"You're so naughty..." Yancy giggled, feigning shyness as she buried her face into Preston's chest.

Benedict's face turned deathly pale as he, in a fit of rage, tried to charge forward, but Preston's men swiftly knocked him back with punch after punch.

"Give Mr. Page the treatment he deserves." Preston sneered, casting a disdainful glance at Benedict before walking off with Yancy in his arms.

Benedict was dragged to the corner by Preston’s men and subjected to a brutal beating. Despite the relentless punches and kicks, he gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single sound.

His bloodshot eyes remained locked on Yancy’s retreating figure, but she never once looked back.

Tears glistened in Benedict’s eyes, his expression hollow, his face etched with despair and hatred.

I stood there, watching the scene unfold, my face emotionless.

I knew this was the moment when the
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