Martina could feel the gradual approach of Benjamin's long legs towards the edge of the bed, until he suddenly sat down.

The distinct masculine aura that belonged to a man permeated the air and reached Martina's nose.

She held her breath, afraid to make any movement or sound.

Whether it was due to nervousness or something else, tiny beads of sweat even formed on Martina's forehead.

Her inner voice kept shouting, "Leave quickly!"

Given Benjamin's personality, he would never willingly come to such a shabby place, yet here he was, sitting down.

Everyone else kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound, fearing to bear the brunt of...