Chapter 66

chapter 66 The commotion had ceased by the time Shirley arrived at Blackwood Manon. The moment the stepped through the doors, she felt something amiss. Everyone seemed to be on tenterhooks, and she couldn’t help but be affected in the uptight amosphere.

Upowering the living room. Shirley saw Benjamin seated on the couch with his back taring her. Shattered pieces of ceramic lay next to his feet, but no one dared to clean up the mes, “Benjamin, where’s Damian Shirley didn’t see Damian in the room and approached Benjamin tentatively. After what happened last night, she had developed a deep fear of him.

The look in Benjamin’s eyes was indifferent. There was nothing unusual about him, but she felt fearful.

Benjamin looked at her and said curtly, “He was too noisy, so I knocked him out.”

Did he knockout Damian Shirley wasn’t sure, but she thought the detected a shard of self–Hame in his He glanced at her and then, at the mess on the floor. Although Shirley could sense that he was mad right now, his anger wasn’t directed at her or anyone else, he was mad at himself The self–blame she detected earder wasn’t her own imagination. Why would he blame himself? What did he do to Damian?

Warned. Shirley headed to Damian’s bed, and Arthur had just stepped out of it. “Good wining, Mis, Blackwood.

Shirley offered no reply and entered them where she found Damian quietly in bed. His cheeks were rosy, these were no new injuries on his body, and he appeared to be soundly asleep. Shirley beratheda sigh of relied and named to Arthur. “What happened?”

With a migh, Arthur replied, “Ras touched Damian earlier, and he lost it. He started screaming and even used things at people.

Mr. Blackwood had no other choice but to knock him out.” Chalay frowned. “Banyone hat?”

” was struck by mugurky, it’s only light wound,” Arthur answered truthfully Shidley nodded. “I got in Ones Damian wakes up, I’ll get him to apologize to her.”

us Blackwood” Arthur bowed to her but didn’t excuse himself Turning back at him, Shirley asked. “What’s the matter?”

“Mu: Backwood hasn’t had donet yet,” he said.

Checking the time on the carson wall clock, Shirley sw that it was ali rady past 11:00 pm. Why hadn’t Benjamin had his dinner yet?

In was pasty 00 pro when they were racing earlier. Why didn’t be eat out before coming home?

Luen if he was working overtime, he could have eaten in his office. It was no wonder that he had stomach issues with these frequent sessions of prolonged hunger. When Shirley put out of the room, Benjamin was still on the couch, but he looked lonely althy businessman whom everyone feared in Eldertons- a man with ruthless means, sinkster ideas, would know was Ismeticamus.

s, and indifference toward everyone. For such a self–centered man, the last Shirley was een curious about what happened to lamian in the part. Who was his mother, and where was she now? But she knew that Benjamin wouldn’t answer any of those questions, tharlay booked at the neus test to his feet, went to get the vanium Cleaner, and carefully cleaned up the mess. After that, she rearranged the remaining cups and cleaned up the spilled tra Aj Beijanum waited far working deily, he recalled her beilliant smile so the racetrack, the way she carried herself when she held a gun that night, and how demure the locked in an apron been with a silver spoon is her mouth, she didn’t have to move a finger and everything would be ready for her with just one word, but why was she capable of so many things, even excelling Desjan wondered just exactly what kind of perion Shirley was adley clearing away everything, leaked, “Athertoned that you haven’t had dinner yet. Should I make you food Bengalski, polder wirly wiiisut a word. When Birley way cooking, hesloot outside the kitchen and watched her.

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