When Rebecca was burning with tension, not knowing what exactly was transpiring downstairs, Benjamin entered the room with an oily face. His eyes scanned around and caught sight of the cake lying on the floor.

He clenched his fists in response, but then he took a breath and controlled himself before walking in and picking the leftover cake off the floor onto a magazine.

“What’s he doing?” Rebecca looked utterly puzzled, for he was doing something the maids should be doing, but then her eyes bulged out when he started eating that cake. Benjamin glanced at her, paused for a second, and put the cake forward, as though asking her if she wanted some. “Ew,” she felt like snakes and crabs began crawling all over her body. “No!” she yelled quickly.

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders, then walked to the table next to her bed and picked up the car keys.

“Why are you taking my car keys?” she asked.

“You already know why,” he didn’t even stop and just walked out of the room. Veronica was there, loo