At that moment he atmosphere in the banquet hall was suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of impending retribution. Bradley's voice cut through the tension like a thunderclap, his words carrying an authority that left no room for argument.“Take them away,” Bradley commanded, his tone devoid of emotion.Without without wasting anymore time his men immediately began to move, their footsteps echoing in the silent room as they approached the trembling family members.However Damien stepped forward, his gaze icy as he addressed the room. “Your betrayal isn’t just an insult to my family’s legacy—it’s a crime. And crimes come with consequences.”At that moment Megan and her mother, Jolene, exchanged panicked glances, their earlier arrogance completely shattered. At that moment Megan clutched her mother’s arm, her face pale and desperate.“ Damien, please,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “We’re sorry! It was a mistake!”Jolene, once so proud and overbearing, now knelt on the

Upon getting home, Damien tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter as he walked into his home, his mind weighed down by the prospect of meeting Serenity. He had no desire to see her. In fact, he had actively avoided her, knowing full well that any interaction would lead to her inevitable criticisms and sly remarks.However Serenity’s words were like precision arrows, always finding their mark, and Damien wasn’t in the mood for another verbal sparring match with her.He leaned against the counter, his jaw tightening. ‘Why does she even want to see me?’ he thought bitterly. ‘This wasn’t just about catching up; she always had an agenda.’ And yet, despite his better judgment, Damien couldn’t completely ignore her request. Something about the way she had demanded his presence gnawed at him. He sighed heavily.Knowing he still want to ask her something.Maybe it’s better to just get this over with. Face her once, and then move on.When the time finally came, Damien drove to the restaurant

At that moment Serenity’s gaze bore into Damien, her voice steady but edged with accusation. “Before I passed out that night,” she began, her words measured, “I heard your voice. And I saw you standing there.” Hearing what Serenity just said. Damien’s expression remained unreadable, but she caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps recognition or acknowledgment, though he masked it quickly. He stayed silent, his composure unshaken, but Serenity pressed on. “And me partner,”she continued, her tone sharpening. “The man they sent here—strong, skilled, and trained as he was—even he struggled to land a finger on that fugitive. He fought hard, but that man was beyond him. I saw it with my own eyes.” Her voice wavered slightly at the memory, but she steadied herself, her determination burning through her words. However Damien tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint, almost amused smile, as though her probing meant little to him. But inside, his th

Serenity knew deep down that Damien had already explained himself. Every time she questioned him, his answers had remained consistent, his demeanor calm, almost annoyingly so. And yet, despite everything, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off. It wasn’t the words he said but the gaps in what he didn’t. It gnawed at her, a quiet unease she couldn’t ignore.She had replayed the events of that night in her mind a thousand times. The way the Fugitive was defeated, the precision of the attack—it didn’t add up. Damien wasn’t the one who killed the Fugitive; she was sure of that now. He didn’t have the skill or the physicality to pull off something that precise, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t connected to it somehow. However she couldn’t shake the feeling that Damien was hiding something, even if it wasn’t what she initially suspected.At that moment Serenity leaned back in her chair, exhaling deeply. She had decided to let it go, knowing If Damien won’t say anyth

At that moment Serenity stared at the glowing screen of her phone, debating whether to answer. The name “Elvis” blinked at her insistently. Taking a deep breath, she swiped to pick up. “Hello?” she said, her voice steady, masking the turmoil from her earlier conversation with Damien.“Serenity,” Elvis’s familiar voice came through, calm and warm. “I just wanted to check on you, see how you’re holding up.”Hearing what Elvis just said.Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone. Elvis’s concern was always genuine, yet it carried an undertone of something unspoken. “I’m fine,” she replied, keeping her tone light but brisk. “Thanks for asking.”At that moment there was a brief pause, and Serenity took that moment to gather her thoughts. The earlier discussion with Damien still lingered in her mind, but now wasn’t the time to let that cloud her judgment. Clearing her throat, she decided to broach the topic that had been weighing on her since her conversation with Master George.