The next morning, Damien had woken up to a commotion. He could hear people laughing, talking, cheering as well as shouting someone’s name. “Master Damien, Master Damien!” one whispered from his ear causing the male to slowly open his eyes.“Ugh, what..?” he complained whilst rubbing his fatigued eyes and sitting straight.Noel, who had been trying to wake him up since the last twenty minutes, looked at him with panic in his eyes. “Bad news, Sir!”“What is it this time?” Damien grabbed his robe as he was used to sleeping half-naked. “Why is it so loud outside?”“The Coltons are here, sir.” With that, Damien’s mood immediately turned sour. He approached the window of the cottage, slowly pulled it open, and then peeked at the shore. There, he saw most of BW Tech’s employees fawning over the beautiful model, Clarissa and her dashing husband in their beach outfits. They even brought the entire media with them!“What in the world..?” Damien couldn’t believe his eyes. “I thought I had rented

Damien’s blood was boiling as he walked back to their cottage. He had to clear his head after facing Clarissa again. What pissed him off was how the woman looked at him as if trying to seek pity from him, but none could piss him even more when he actually did feel pity towards her. As he briskly made his way back to the cottage, another person stops him. Blocking his way was Richard, his eyes scornful at Damien. Damien raised his eyebrows at the male, not backing down. Noel stepped in front of them, not wanting the two to start a fight. Their narrow, deadly stares were threatening. They were like dynamites, ready to explode at any second. Their fists clenched in balls. Damien gracefully slipped his hands into his pockets and initiated the conversation. “Looking for your wife?”“You talked to her?” “She’s at the bar. I would love to suggest you comfort her, but since you’re the very reason why she’s acting sad, I’ll suggest it to someone else.”“No. I’ll talk to my wife.” “Heard yo

By the time the Blackwells returned home, tabloids and the internet was already filled with Damien’s pictures. The media waited outside his company, waiting for him to interact with them, but of course, to no avail. Damien had just gotten off his vacation, but he didn’t feel refreshed at all. Perhaps it was because halfway in the week, the stress started joining him on the shore starting from Clarissa’s arrival.He’s back to work, however. But now, things have started to pile up in his leave. Today he is to meet one of his father's former business partners, Eloise Claude. She was a mighty woman in her thirties, holding the Viegra Corporation."It is known that Miss Eloise is not very fond of your father, Sir Blackwell." Noel reminded him. "Now, I am not sure as to what extent is true of this rumor, but in addition to that, I'm told by others that have been in this company for long— that she is a hard woman to please."Damien's austere presence shrouded fear in every corridor he passed

Damien arrived at Carlton’s residence shortly after leaving the restaurant. Ash drove so fast that Damien thought it would have been the end of his life. Carlton greets them from the porch and leads them into his humble house. “Sorry for the mess.” Carlton rubbed the back of his head and opens the door to his house. “I just arrived from work as well so I didn’t have the time to clean.”“It’s not a big issue.” Damien shrugged. He didn’t really mind it because there was nothing to mind. His house was exceptionally neat. The lawn was mowed and there was no litter. He noticed that he also had a huge dog sleeping under his pen. “I thought you would mind.” Carl replied. “You live in a very luxurious mansion after all with all the maids looking after you.”“And where did I live before that?”Carlton looked at Ash cluelessly. “In an orphanage,” Damien replied to his own question. “If anything, your place is cozier than mine.”“Wow.” Carlton couldn't believe his ears. “You actually complimen

"Damien."The male stops midway as Mrs. Eloise calls him from the the end of the hallway. He turns his head around. "A word?""I'm quite busy right now." Damien glanced at his watch. "But for you, I shall make time."Eloise smiled proudly and beckoned him to a corner. "Alone, please."Noel steps aside and Damien appraoched her. They settle in a corner behind the wall just to the right of the conference room door. "I'm impressed you managed to keep that scummy old man, silent." she starts. "Though he is a very good businessman and his company is quite successful, I must remind you that you mustn't lower your guard around him.""Is it because he is well acquainted with the Coltons?"Eloise's eyes widen a bit. "Wow. I can't believe you know about that. Seasoned businessmen who have crossed their paths are the only one who notice. I'm impressed that you did.""I had my bodyguard do a background check on him." Damien confidently replied."Speaking of your bodyguard, I don't think I am see