Benedict looked at her frosty little face and couldn't help but grab her into an embrace, leaning forward to kiss her, saying, "Aurora, we already have a marriage agreement, I'll treat you well."
Aurora was held by the unfamiliar masculine presence, her face pale. Never had she thought that the well-mannered childhood friend she knew could also possess the vile nature of a man. Such blatant desire made her nauseous. She struggled violently, trying to scream, but her throat was hoarse, unable to utter a word.
Outside the VIP lounge, as Griffith Squire hesitated, he saw on the surveillance footage that Benedict was about to hug the frightened young girl, eagerly trying to kiss her.
