After being Reborn, I Killed my Fiancé novel Chapter 8

That smile confirmed it. 

It was him. 

Benjamin was the one who set Jessica up, luring her into Lucas's bed and then leaking the affair to Mrs. Harrison. 

A man like him—calculating, ruthless—would never let Jessica walk free after what she did. 

She was part of the reason his mother died. 

Suddenly, a wild-eyed woman burst through the doors, screaming like a madwoman. 

Her face was covered in sores—oozing, festering wounds. 

"BENJAMIN! Get your ass out here!" 

She scanned the room, and the second she spotted him, she lunged. 

Benjamin worked for Lucas now—Lucas Harrison, owner of Harrison Aesthetics, one of the biggest plastic surgery chains in the country. 

Lucas's clinics operated on the edge of legality, selling dirt-cheap, unlicensed procedures to shady franchise owners for massive profits. 

Michael had pulled some strings to get Benjamin a spot in Lucas's inner circle. 

Now, he was Lucas's right-hand man. 

And this woman? 

She was one of his botched patients. 

She grabbed Benjamin by the collar, shrieking, "Your fancy-ass clinic is a scam!"

"You fucked up my face, and now you think you can just hide?"

"Benjamin, do you know what it's like to wake up looking like THIS?"

"I'll fucking kill you!" 

She was furious.

And she wasn't bluffing. 

Benjamin sneered.

"Sarah, don't you dare pin this on me."

"My clinic runs legit procedures."

"Maybe you got your discount injections from some back-alley dump, and now you're trying to blame me." 

He yanked her off him with a scowl. 

"This is Harrison Aesthetics, the most exclusive plastic surgery clinic in the state."

"We don't deal in fakes."

"If you're here to extort money, at least be honest about it." 

Then, he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed it in her face.