Ariana seethed with fury, attempting to deliver a well-aimed kick to his groin while hissing through gritted teeth, “Sluggish? We'll see about that!"

But Bennett effortlessly blocked her kick with his foot.

He maneuvered her into a corner, restricting her leg movements.

With one hand firmly gripping her wrists against the door, he gently placed a finger on her lips, leaning in close and whispering, “Don't let anger cloud your judgment. It can lead you down a treacherous path."

Ariana's face flushed with rage as she struggled in vain, her eyes fixed on Bennett with an intense glare. If looks could kill, Bennett would have met his demise a thousand times over.