Damien stood before the long mirror in the room and adjusted his shirt to make it perfect. He was going to meet Mr Nelson again so he put more effort into getting ready than he did when he went to meet him the first time. Not for a particular reason, but he just felt the need to put in more effort.He picked up his car key and went out of his room. Nelson sent an address for their meet-up, which was in a restaurant uptown. One of the many restaurants owned by the family. He had no idea why he chose to meet him there, but he knew it might be because of what happened at the hotel. He drove to the address, using a map as a guide and when he got there, he pulled over and handed the key to a valet who took over the driver's seat and drove the car away. Damien looked around, examining the area following his instinct, before he averted his gaze back to the restaurant, which had transparent glass walls, revealing the interior design and everyone in it. It was beautified with expensive dec

The corners of his lips quirked up as he drew closer, not letting go of Damien's hand. There was nothing but anger and hatred in his eyes, which was noticeable to Damien. He knew he still had a grudge and he wouldn't leave until he got his revenge. Revenge on what exactly? Damien wondered and pulled his hand from his grip. "You don't have to throw away my card that way," he muttered and went to pick it up. Coming back to the cashier's table, Neil suddenly gripped his shirt and squeezed it tight, in a way he wouldn't be able to pull out. "You destroyed my life?" He gritted his teeth, with rage burning in his eyes, ready to burn everything it came across. Damien tried to pull his hand away from him, but the man was strong. "I didn't destroy your life. You did it yourself. You tried to kill your father," he answered. Neil clenched his jaw and tightened his grip, "I will never try to kill my father. You know nothing!"Damien smirked and let go trying to force his way out, "The doct

Regina walked out of the Calloway's company waiting for her driver to bring out her car from the parking lot. She scrolled through her social media and a message popped in from her group chat.Tapping on it, her face was immediately covered with a scowl. The name she hated was been mentioned in the group and everyone was highlighting it. It was as it has been, always about Damien. All her friends and people close to her have been talking about Damien. 'Where has this doctor been all this while? He is just so amazing. Got a message from my friend that her mother, who was dealing with a chronic disease is getting better, thanks to him.' She read one of the messages. 'Not only is he a good doctor. I have seen his pictures online and that guy is fucking hot and so good-looking.' Another message read. Regina read the message and scrunched her nose in irritation. If he was the Damien she knew, then he was far from hot, she thought, getting pissed off by the praises. She rolled her eyes

Intimidated by them? Damien almost laughed at her remark, but he was too frustrated to react to it. "Are we still on this?" He questioned and dialed a number on his phone. "Then, why don't we settle this legally? I will call the cops to see what happened and they decide if I am at fault or not."Simon stepped forward and pointed a finger at him, "If you dare call the cops, I will make sure you spend your life in the hospital."Damien let out a deep breath and brought down his head. The day wasn't his luck. He wondered why he had to meet them."Babe, let's go. We are only wasting our time trying to get him to pay. We don't want to get involved with the cops, do we?" Elizabeth whispered into his ear and he stared at her for a few seconds before he averted his gaze to Damien. "You are lucky my wife is a forgiving woman. I swear, I would have made your life miserable and taught you not to cross the path of people bigger than you," he warned and walked away with his wife, heading back to

Damien placed his hand on his cheek, taken aback by the slap, which he never expected and didn't deserve. "Go on, apologize to me," she instructed, not bothered about the fact that she slapped a grown man, who she didn't know and had never seen, in front of everyone present. He clenched his jaw and dropped his hand. "It is not proper to slap someone you don't know because of something terrible you did," he pointed out, trying to calm his rage. She smirked and crossed her arms across her chest, "Someone I don't know? Who the fuck are you? From the look of it," she scrutinized him from head to toe, "You are nothing. People like you are the drivers and servants working for me."The other ladies behind her laughed, enjoying the drama. Damien let out a deep breath and put his hands into his pocket. The young girl would be about eighteen or twenty, and she still had a long way to go, he thought.He shook his head in pity at who she was becoming even at a young age. "Young lady, you are