Chapter 71 The Retribution

A dangerous vibe swept in as Benedict's stern and gloomy face drew closer to Cordelia. Her whole being trembled, and cold sweat soaked her spine. "I was just trying not to bother you. That's why I sought Mr. Archibald's help. I never said anything bad about you. How does that count as causing trouble?" Cordelia kept trembling, and her voice, slightly quivering, resembled that of a stray kitten on the roadside, making her look pitiful. Benedict furrowed his brows. He hadn't said anything. Did she really need to be this scared? He was unaware of the subtle darkening of his gaze, and the cold, stern look he carried exuded a sense of oppression. Anyone lacking courage would hesitate to sit beside him. "We don't have any emotional ties. Are you really expecting me to help you for free?" Benedict's statement made sense. Not only was there a lack of emotional connection, but they also mutually disliked each other. Cordelia blinked and contemplated her own worth. "I remember you're goin