Chapter 60 The Price
The entire room's atmosphere instantly froze, and Richard's eyes nearly popped out in shock.
Did he just witness that correctly?
Cordelia slapped Benedict?
Even if Richard was mistaken, there was no reason to mishear, not to mention the obvious red mark on Benedict's face as solid evidence!
Cordelia was too bold!
"Mrs. Radcliffe, can't we talk about this calmly..."
Benedict's face darkened, and his figure became as cold as ice. "Leave."
"Yes, Mr. Radcliffe."
Richard felt unlucky witnessing such a scene. Would Benedict ask him to gouge out his own eyes?
As the door closed, it seemed like this place had turned into an isolated island. Benedict stood up from his chair, his tall figure looming over the petite Cordelia, casting a chilling shadow.
"Cordelia, do you like hitting me?"
Cordelia, with her soft and pouty face, squinted her cold eyes and retorted. "Did I say something wrong, beast?"
Benedict's brow furrowed, and as he approached, he spoke, "Let's settle the score. What
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