She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 675: Redemption for Benson's Sins

From that point on, he disappeared and returned to Akloit, hiding his true identity. Why did he choose Akloit? Because it was the only place where he had once experienced a period of joyful memories. And Cheyenne was the person who had given him that touch of warmth.

Therefore, in order to repay Cheyenne or to escape, he endured three years of blindness willingly.

Before returning to Akloit, he had killed so many people that every time he opened his eyes, various souls seemed to float before him. During these three years, the young man gradually grew accustomed to the darkness, to his solitude. He learned how to control his emotions, which in turn stabilized his soul, allowing him to savor this rare feeling of tranquility.

"Cheyenne, the young boy is one of the four aces of the Lucas family, the assassin Shane. And that young boy is me."

Upon learning that he had killed so many innocent people, his mother became deeply disappointed in him. In order to regain Benson's freedom, she did the bravest thing she had ever done in her life. She embarked alone on a ship bound for Jostrana to seek out that man. In the end, she chose the most extreme way out-committing seppuku in front of him.

Finally, the man agreed to let him stay in Chulae, and the dying words of his mother were, "Benson, don't go back. But how can I forget that she sacrificed herself for my sake?"

He had to continue serving the Lucas family, so that one day he could stand on equal ground with that man and make him regret how he had treated him and his mother. After listening to his story, Cheyenne felt sympathy for his past, but she couldn't forgive the fact that the kind and gentle Benson she remembered was nothing more than an illusory reflection.

Her eyes were bloodshot, shimmering with tears that clung to her eyelashes, and her voice carried a hint of hoarseness as she spoke.

"Anyway, I used to truly consider you as my brother, and I thank you for providing me with so much shelter and enduring so much pain for me."

"I'm sorry, but I have something to attend to. I must leave."

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry."

As the man's radiant deep-set eyes dimmed, he stood tall like a pine tree and weakly leaned back on the sofa. He watched helplessly as Cheyenne gracefully picked up her luggage and rose to her feet, her departing figure tearing at his heart.

"Cheyenne, will we see each other again in the future?"

"I don't know either."

Cheyenne gazed blankly at the dimming sky outside the French window, and a fragmented memory suddenly flashed in her mind. In a dimly lit bar, a young man appeared like a prince, dressed in a white suit and exuding elegance and gentility as he approached her with a smile.

"Cheyenne, Benson is here. From now on, I will protect you."

In the scene, the drunken girl, wearing a pure white wedding dress, leaned against his shoulder.

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As she prepared to leave the room, she turned back and spoke to him with solemnity.

Cheyenne suddenly remembered ma "Benson, there's something I want to say to you. No matter how many mistakes you've made, you didn't kill that child, which means you are still good-hearted."

"In the long journey of life, you can still change your ways."

With that, she finally left.

Outside, thick snowflakes were falling.

Benson stood by the French window, watching her delicate figure walking alone in the snow. He desperately wanted to catch up to her, but after hesitating for a long time, he decided to give up.

Deep down, he felt unworthy to stand by Cheyenne's side and protect her in his current wretched and tainted state. The sins he had committed, the blood on his hands, could not be cleansed even by such heavy snow.

Cheyenne had just told him to change his ways, to find redemption. But as a devil who had emerged from hell, he felt he deserved to endure the torment of the inferno in the eighteen layers of hell. How could he find redemption?

Benson stared out the window for a long, long time, until Cheyenne's figure gradually receded, turning into a small black dot and disappearing from sight.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, he clenched his fists tightly, his despondent body leaning against the cold glass window, gradually falling.

On the icy floor, a single tear was left behind.

"Cheyenne, thank you."

"Thank you for giving me the only warmth in my life."

Whether it was during childhood or that one month of amnesia, those were the only moments of happiness in his life.

He would never forget Cheyenne, even in death!

Akloit, the Weaver Villa.

Kate changed into a snow-white floral off-shoulder dress and wore a pair of silver high heels. She lightly applied makeup to her face.

As she was about to leave, she

tucked her phone into her handbag, preparing to meet her agent, Martha, because of Master Glenn's passion yesterday. Her back and waist were stillaching.

Her walking speed was slower than usual, but fortunately, the meeting place wasn't far away.

She hailed a taxi and arrived in just ten minutes.

Upon arriving at the café, Finley Adams was clearly taken aback when he first saw Kate. He politely shook hands with her.

At the same time, he couldn't help but cast a lingering gaze at Kate. The woman before him had a small and fair face with shallow dimples.

The off-shoulder floral dress

showcased her graceful figure and

elegant temperament. A delicate clavicle adorned with an ancient ring accentuated her fair skin. Her perfectly contoured chest was

alluring, tempting people to explore

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The main reason for inviting him this time was the constant online attacks and criticisms directed at Kate.

"Kate, you're here."

A crisp sound came from behind, and Kate turned around to see Martha entering at that moment.

By her side was a tall and handsome man, appearing to be around thirty years old. He had distinct eyes, a prominent nose, and a strong aura that made him stand out. "Kate, you've finally arrived. Oh, let me introduce you. This is Ricky Mccray, the general manager of XL Entertainment!" Martha said cheerfully.

Just as Kate felt shocked, Martha smiled mischievously and whispered in her ear, "This is the big boss. We can't afford to offend him, you know?"

Kate was taken aback for a moment but eventually nodded politely and took the initiative to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Mccray!"

The man stood at around 6'1",

dressed in a well-fitted black suit that accentuated his perfect physique and added a touch of mature charm. His deep-set eyes glistened beneath his proud and unruly hair, radiating a warm smile.

"Miss Zamora, it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady like you!"

"Mr. Mccray, you're joking. Martha is the true beauty here!"

"Unfortunately, Martha belongs to Finley."

Mr. Mccray displayed a witty and humorous demeanor, lightening the atmosphere.