Lounging on the couch, Benny said honestly, “I’m part of the rk family.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    ”


    Edmund, a tad puzzled, waited silently for Benny to continue.


    “I’m gunning to take back control of the rk family.


    Once I seed, Flossie’s future will be rock solid,” Benny dered firmly, oozing confidence.


    Unmoved, Edmund eyed him skeptically.


    “And if you don’t seed? Do you want my girl to go down with you?”


    “I’ll own up to my mess,” Benny replied without missing a beat.


    ““Flossie’s my responsibility.


    I’ll shield her from harm, and trust me, failure isn’t on my agenda.


    ”


    Edmund’s gaze darkened and he swirled his drink as he smirked.


    “Easy talk doesn’t mean easy walk.


    ”


    Benny was puffing himself up way too much.


    But Benny caught Edmund’s drift crystal clear.


    Venom shed in his eyes.


    “Piece of cake.


    Once Matthew vanishes, it will be smooth sailing.


    ”


    He nced at Edmund with a glint in his eye.


    “It seems like we’re cut from the same cloth.


    Plus, you might want a piece of the Prosperity Group pie.


    ”


    After a beat, Edmund beamed and nodded eagerly, fully onboard.


    “And if I catch you mistreating Flossie, you’ll regret it,” Edmund warned with a steely glint.


    “Rx, Flossie’s safe with me,” Benny vowed, lifting his ss in a toast.


    “Here’s to a fruitful partnership.


    ”


    With the deal sealed, Benny left the club.


    He strolled down the street, trying to clear his head and mull over the deal with Edmund.


    Passing a jewelry store, he caught sight of a shy pair of earrings in the disy.


    Suddenly, Flossie’s face popped into his mind.


    Recalling how she used to love her bling, he realized she hadn’t worn much since he was hospitalized.


    Torn, Benny was about to step inside when he spotted a girl heading into a bar nearby.


    His heart skipped a beat.


    “Evelyn…” he whispered, recognizing the figure.


    He dashed after her.


    Meanwhile, as Flossie stepped through her front door, her phone buzzed with a call from Ste.


    “Flossie, how are you feeling? Still under the weather?”


    “I’m out of the hospital.


    The doctor said I was good to go,” Flossie replied, kicking off her shoes and sinking onto the couch.


    “How’s Orion doing?”


    “He’s alright.


    Matthew cut him a check and told him to chill for a bit.


    ”