As Damian contemplated walking up to her again, two men dressed in well-tailored suits walked in, their expressions stoic. While Mrs. B's face turned paler, she quickly moved away from the counter and approached them, casting a nervous stare at Damian momentarily. Damian looked away, pretending to operate his phone.“I will make arrangements; please give me some more time,” Damian strained his ears to hear Mrs. B say this, but he couldn't hear the other parties' conversation. What was really happening?“Thank you, Thank you,” Mrs. B said desperately to them as they walked away. She nervously cleaned her hands on her apron and walked over to Damian with a huge smile that he returned.“Everything fine?” Damian asked, looking worried.“Yeah… Yeah,” Mrs. B nodded fiercely. “I’ll go get that drink.” She turned away quickly, as if afraid Damian would inquire further.As Damian continued to contemplate what might be wrong with the woman, his phone rang. He hissed when he saw the caller’s ID.

As Damian prepared to say something, his phone rang. Annoyed by the interruption, he excused himself and reluctantly answered. “Elena, this isn’t...”“I found something crucial about Enzo Lombardi,” Elena said excitedly, unaware she had cut off her boss.Damian turned to look at the woman and Roberto, who was attempting to engage her in conversation. He considered dismissing her but decided against it.“What is it?”“Enzo Lombardi sold his shares and withdrew from Kings Distribution.”“What? Out of the blue?” Damian inquired.“Yes, and to top it off, I discovered he was the owner of Neo Finance before it was sold to Kings Distribution,” she explained."Damn. Enzo Lombardi is definitely our lead if we're going to make progress in this case. Come over to the hotel; it's time to rethink our strategy," he said, then hung up. He forced a smile and returned to where the woman and Roberto were."Um... I apologize for...""Just go away. The sight of you all makes me sick!" she spat, then turn

Elena turned to face Paulo with a forced smile. "Sir, I don't think that's proper. I'm just a waitress, and I've done my job," she said politely, as the smile on Paulo's face quickly faded."What the hell is this bitch saying? Is she trying to lecture me?" he fired angrily, while Enzo narrowed his gaze at the waitress's head, as if telling her to do her job."I'm so sorry, sir. Elena can sometimes be stiff and overly straightforward. She was shocked when a man of your caliber asked her such a favor," she explained nervously, but none of them were fools. Everyone in the room clearly understood what was going on."Alright then," Paulo said, his eyes fixed on Elena, whose smiling face had turned to a stern glare. "I'd forgive her if she does what she is told." Paulo's eyes glittered as he watched Elena put up a front, as if he already knew who had the upper hand."That bastard. Like father, like son. He's really the true father of that jerk, Carlos," Roberto muttered, still disturbed tha

"You hypocrite! No need to pretend. 'Here I am, kill me, Lucian!' Paulo said in rage as Lucian smacked his lips together and nodded to Marcello. Marcello understood the gesture, picking Paulo up and placing him over his shoulder, then carrying him outside while Paulo continued shouting and kicking his legs in the air. 'What's that about?' Ravenna's voice interrupted his thoughts as he spun around to see his daughter standing in the middle of the stairs. 'Ravenna…' Lucian breathed in relief. Since the failed wedding, she had secluded herself, not eating or seeing anyone. 'Were you guys talking about Damian? What trick do you plan to play this time?' She asked, eyeing her father despite his soft gaze. 'You always think the worst of me,' Lucian swallowed, attempting to hide his disappointment. 'It's your fault,' she said, descending the stairs to meet him. 'What are you planning?' She locked eyes with him. Lucian gazed at her, then looked away. 'Nothing,' he replied. 'Even though you did

Damian stared at him for a while, then burst into sudden laughter, leaving Enzo surprised as he watched him. “I knew your dumb self was not to be trusted,” Damian said, stopping his laughter and looking serious.Enzo brought out another pistol from his suit pocket and pointed it at Damian, angry that he was being taken for granted. “How dare you,” Enzo gritted through his teeth.The smile on Damian's face faded as he regarded him seriously. “Pull that trigger, and you will never get to see your grandma again.” Enzo's brow creased in confusion. “What the...”His phone rang, interrupting him. He looked down at his pants where his phone was and then back at Damian. “I would advise you to pick that... an innocent person might die.” Damian's eyes regarded him playfully as he smirked, enjoying the helpless look on Enzo’s face as he picked it up hastily.“Mr. Lombardi…” The caregiver he employed to take care of his grandma's voice came through shakily.“Mrs. Marie…” Enzo’s eyes widened in sh