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Benji and Hirvan stopped a few metres from the patio, facing a man dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, exuding a dominating aura that made their surroundings heavy with pressure. 

Hirvan nudged Benji and whispered. 

"Who is he?"

Benji stood frozen, his face pale. He felt as if his soul had left his body upon spotting the man in front of the beach house. 

His lips parted but no voice came out immediately. Pushing himself, He stammered, his voice barely a whisper. 

"My uncle…."

Hirvan sighed in relief. For a moment he thought Benji would say something like his family had offended some dangerous mafia boss and now they had come knocking on the door to retaliate. 

Hirvan's eyes wandered toward the man, Benji's uncle. With a muscular body and a scar that cut through his eyebrow, he gave off a mysterious and dangerous vibe. 

His styled brown hair against his tanned skin made his piercing brown eyes more stand out.