Benson held Juliana, lowered his head, and placed a soft kiss on her lips, tasting the softness on her lips.
Only then did Channing, who was following behind him, feel the dangerous aura that enveloped Benson finally dissipate.
As expected, the only one who could comfort Mr. Leach was Mrs. Leach.
Although Benson recovered, he still looked at Lizzy with a cold gaze.
He asked, "Who is she?"
The cold glance made Lizzy feel as if she was stabbed with an ice knife and regarded as dead.
She spoke nervously, "I am..."
Juliana interrupted her, "A piece of trash. You don't have to worry about it."
Benson glanced coldly at Lizzy again, then nodded lightly, "Channing."
Channing hurriedly stepped forward, "Mr. Leach."
Benson coldly instructed, "Since it's a piece of trash, let her sort the trash at the airport."
Channing, "Yes."
Benson finished and walked away with his arm around Juliana's slender waist.