Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 135: The Only Chance

Benjamin considered himself to be fearless, able to remain calm even in the most dangerous situations. However, when it came to Martina, the situation was completely different.

He did not respond to Simon’s eye contact, as he was quickly pondering the current situation in his mind. Visibly, the situation inside was becoming increasingly dire and he could no longer bear it.

Without a word, Benjamin took out a new room key from his pocket, seemingly intending to enter the room directly.

At this moment, Martina was also trying her best to stabilize the situation.

“Sir, please calm down. Let’s talk things through. I have many wishes, and at the very least, let me fulfill them,” Martina pleaded, trying to buy more time. “We have no grudges against each other. You really don’t have to treat me this way.”

Reasoning with a madman was completely useless.

Just at that moment, Martina clearly heard a faint movement, as if someone was using a room key to open the door. However, the man was so absorbed in his own mental world, screaming in agony, that he completely disregarded these subtle sounds.

Martina instantly understood that Benjamin had returned. However, the man still had the fruit knife pointed at her, and she couldn’t take any risks.

She racked her brains and suddenly came up with a more daring plan. It was as if she intentionally spoke to Benjamin outside, “Hey, standing here is tiring. Why don’t we sit down and talk?”

The man gradually snapped out of his own mental world but was once again triggered by Martina’s exceptionally beautiful face.

“Why should we sit down and talk? Why should I listen to you?” he retorted.

Martina clenched her teeth. “I’m not asking you to listen to me. I’m just giving you a suggestion. How about I count to 3, 2, 1? Let’s give it a try!”

Benjamin heard every word clearly. He knew this was their only chance, and despite the risks involved, he would do everything in his power to protect Martina.

course, refused to agree. He became

seamless. Just as Martina

swung open,

feeling a chilling breeze passing over her back but not facing

with the fruit

mad. Despite being kicked far away, he managed

again, shouting, “Damn woman! Women are truly no

the fruit knife about to stab Martina, the situation looked

instinctively positioned himself

all his strength. The man was sent flying and remained unresponsive for

wrong;

fear and rushed over, “Boss, are you

clearly a fruit knife stuck in, although it was only about a tenth of

silent, as if nothing had happened. If it weren’t for the fine beads of sweat

witnessed the scene, “Benjamin Had Benjamin gone mad too? In such a dangerous situation, why would he use his own body

this moment, Benjamin still took the time to reassure Martina, “I’m fine, just a

not see that it was far

arm and said, “You

fool! Why did you save me? Are you out of your mind? What am I supposed to do if something happens to

continued to flow from Benjamin’s back, and his clothes had already been stained red. Moreover, droplets of blood were falling to the ground one by

it was due to