A round of applause erupted as the true heir of BW Tech finally appears after so many years. They all turn their heads to Damien, who smiled gently at his father who was on the stage. Damien stood up from his seat, glanced at Ash, who smiled at him too— and then proceeded to the stage to reunite in his father’s arms.Tyrell Blackwell receives his son on the stage and the two embrace in front of the media. Another synchronization of clapping once again bursts in the air. Camera flashes went wild and all the news channels in the TV were talking about the event, especially Damien!As the Blackwells shared their moments of success and Damien rise to the top as Blackwell’s new CEO, the Coltons watched bitterly at their table, their jaws clenching and fists tightly packed. Ash glanced at the two with a devilish smile.“I can’t believe it! Damien! That son of a—”“Shut up, Ricky.” Clarissa snapped at him not wanting to embarrass themselves in the banquet. It is only then that it was clear to

Richard's eyes widened in embarrassment as well as utter disbelief. A man who he has tried to kill and the man he had been bullying in the workplace for years— has now turned the tables into rejecting him.Damien casually crossed his legs and stared at Richard's eyes without batting an eyelid. No one has ever embarrassed the male in his entire life. Richard bit his lip, trying to control his anger from within. Damien meanwhile, did not take his eyes off him— trying to intimidate him into surrender.“Help an old friend, will you?” Richard chuckled and poured him a glass. He never thought that the day would come when he will have to lower his pride for him to earn Damien’s trust, which he had destroyed for many years.“I know we’ve had our differences. I just feel like it is important for us both to try and mend things. Who knows, maybe Avele and Colton Corporation will be your biggest ally?”“I’m most fairly certain that Avele and Colton Corporation are of no benefit to me.” Damien stru

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Ash was already running out of bullets. She was desperate. Desperate to get to that entrance and see the severity of the situation. If only she could kill these men first. She hid behind a flower table with her holed painting and breathed for a while. The gunmen also stopped shooting, giving her the idea that they were now conserving their ammo. "They're going to run low," she whispered in her head. "I knew it! I knew I had a bad feeling! I shouldn't have worn this kind of dress! I could have moved much faster!" She checked the bullets left of her gun. Three. "Fuck me." she cursed under her breath and peeked. When her little head was out of the frame, the gunmen shot again. "Goddamn it." Ash took a deep breath. There was no other choice left. She had to find a way for them to consume what little ammo they have on her without being hit. "And the only way to do that is to stop being a twat and starting running like a madwoman." "Just dodge Ash, just d

Damien sat in his desk, leg crossed and a finger under his chin. His office, which used to be crowded with his own men, was now barren— with only six of his best men left who were not deployed during his debut in the company. Ash was standing along with these men, a few bandages on her neck and arm. She looked at Damien who had been staring at his smartphone for nearly twenty minutes. Ash grabbed the phone from his hands, causing Damien’s attention to shift.“Did you call us here to stand and watch you stare at nothing?” she raised an eyebrow at him, from which Damien quickly pulled his gaze away. The male sighed, then shrugged. “No. Of course not.”“We’ve got enemies to handle. Lord Blackwell’s death should be avenged.” “I know.” Damien looked at Ash with worry and sighed once again. “Of course, I know that, Ash.” “Then what are we waiting for here?” she stepped in front of him, her eyes holding nothing but all the bitterness in the world. “I’ll kill them all!”“Master.” The injur

“Please wait here, Lord Blackwell will be arriving here soon.” The client, who was a rich woman along with her daughter entered Damien’s office with fearful faces. It had been a month after the BW Tech murder spree happened. Things have calmed down, but the culprit, however, was still not caught.A politician’s wife heard of the services offered by the Black Vigilantes. Hearing that they were now open for business, they immediately paid the luxurious villa a visit to meet with the master himself.The woman along with her daughter looked around the office, afraid. How could they not be? There were six men lined up in the corner, with guns strapped on their torso and fingers on the trigger. They had been waiting there for hours. But their wait was worth the time as their request needed their service. It was only the Vigilantes who can get them the justice they need. “Mama, how much longer?” the girl embraced her mother. “Anytime, dear.” All of the sudden, the door creaks open. A han