“I know Rebecca better than you know,” said Elizabeth, still putting on a gentle yet scary smile that made well use of her brows to convey her hidden feelings. “She hates liars. Maybe ‘despise’ is a more appropriate word. Once I tell her how much of a fraudster you’re, that your whole career and living is based on a lie, she will never trust you a word you say ever again. That’s the kind of girl she is.”

Benjamin’s heart pounded against his chest so hard he couldn’t clearly hear her voice. “What do you want?”

“Fufu, what do I want?” Elizabeth seemed amused. “What would I want from a guy who doesn’t shave his beard or even comb his hair? I’m starting to wonder if you’re hiding yourself from someone, which is why you’re not willing to shave yourself. This long hair also covers your face well. So firstly, why don’t we get you a neat haircut and shave in the saloon I choose. I’ll also get my hair styling done, but we’ll be using your money of course.”

Benjamin clenched his fists so hard hi