Chapter 52 Silent Pain

Benson stood there, allowing Marcus's punches to rain down on him. He didn't fight back, but his expression grew darker, clearly reaching the limit of his patience. Marcus, lost in his anger and disappointment, seemed oblivious to this. His punches continued without stopping. Finally, Benson's patience ran out. His eyes turned cold, and he swiftly retaliated. Fighting wasn't Marcus's strong suit, and it didn't take long for Benson to pin him to the ground. Benson's voice was cold and decisive: "Now that you know, give up. Stay in Las Vegas and keep your feelings to yourself. If you can't, go abroad for a couple of years." Marcus's face pressed against the cold grass, filled with defiance and rage. He gritted his teeth and responded, "Benson, you're a bastard. You trample on her feelings. You'll get your comeuppance." Benson sneered, replying, "I don't know about comeuppance, but I know she won't be happy. That night you knocked on the car window, she begged me to find a way to se