C121 Benita

Esme walked into the sitting room, his face red and his aura deadly. The stench smell of blood oozed from his hair and the slight red stain on his white ripped shirt gave off a deadly feeling.

Benita was so indulged in watching her movie that she did not notice his appearance although she had heard his car arrive at the front of the mansion.

"Benita?" He called out ambiguously