NovelEnglishChapter 1551
Ariana instinctively moved back as Bennett approached unhurriedly.
She kept retreating until her back pressed against the cold marble wall.
She was cornered.
Quietly, she balled her fists, her hand slipping into her bag behind her, preparing for a fight.
Bennett continued to smile, his eyes Locked onto her, as he said, “Slaves don’t bargain.
They accept what their master offers.
Slave?
Upon hearing that word, anger surged within Ariana.
Why would there be any slaves in this century?
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Ariana fought to keep her anger in check as she glared at the man before her.
He might appear decent, but his heart was rotten.
Ariana reminded herself to remain composed.
Then, she suddenly asked, “What's your name?”
Bennett was taken aback.
It had been years since someone had boldly asked for his name.
Concealing the coldness in his eyes, Bennett stepped closer and whispered in Ariana’s ear, “Bennett Olson.
Ariana took a deep breath, her agitation subsiding as she let out a light chuckle.
She said, “Bennett, huh? That's quite a name.
It sounds like the kind of nthat belongs to a natural-born leader.
But you know what they say-never get too close to women who are easy on the eyes!”
In a sudden swift motion, she pulled out the flashlight from behind her back and swung it with force toward
Bennett's head.
Having stumbled upon the solid-gold flashlight while rummaging for candles earlier, she had discovered its
weight made it a formidable weapon.
The idea of using it had crossed her mind before, but she had hesitated, wanting to preserve its value even in
the absence of candles.
But Bennett reacted swiftly, tilting his head just in the nick of tto dodge the blow.
With
remarkable agility, he grabbed Ariana’s wrists and pinned them against the door, causing a resounding thud.
The impact sent a sharp pang of pain through Ariana, forcing her to drop the flashlight as her face contorted in
agony.
Remaining composed, Bennett remarked slowly, “Impressive reflexes, but a tad sluggish.
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Ariana seethed with fury, attempting to deliver a well-aimed kick to his groin while hissing through gritted teeth,
“Sluggish? We'll see about that!”
But Bennett effortlessly blocked her kick with his foot.
He maneuvered her into a corner, restricting her leg movements.
With one hand firmly gripping her wrists against the door, he gently placed a finger on her lips, leaning in close
and whispering, “Don’t let anger cloud your judgment.
It can lead you down a treacherous path.
Ariana’s face flushed with rage as she struggled in vain, her eyes fixed on Bennett with an intense glare.
If looks could kill, Bennett would have met his demise a thousand times over.
Bennett seemed to derive samusement from her struggles, lightly caressing her face with his hand.
In a surge of anger, Ariana sunk her teeth into his hand, refusing to release her grip.
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