At that moment the air in the restaurant grew tense as the manager, a composed middle-aged man with an air of professionalism, hurried over to defuse the situation. He offered Megan a polite smile, his tone measured and calm.“Miss, I apologize for the inconvenience,”he began, gesturing toward the staff cleaning the spilled wine. “Let’s resolve this matter quickly to ensure everyone can enjoy their meals.”At that moment Megan seized the opportunity, her voice dripping with exaggerated indignation. “Finally, someone who understands! This man,”she said, pointing accusingly at Megan, “tripped me and ruined my evening. That wine bottle wasn’t just expensive; it was irreplaceable. He needs to compensate me immediately!”Immediately The manager turned to Damien, his face neutral but expectant. Damien remained calm, his expression unreadable. Instead of addressing Megan’s accusations, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, elegant gold card Sophia had given to him, saying it's

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the villa's sprawling backyard. The S-Class fugitive crept silently through the shadows, his every movement calculated. His sharp eyes scanned the perimeter as he approached, his lips curling into a grim smile. This villa, so serene and unassuming, was hiding someone he seriously handsomely captured. Since his brother lost his life in the same villa, he's going to do the same to whoever owns the Villa. For him, this was just another mission—quick and efficient.As his gloved hand reached for the backdoor, a sudden rustle in the bushes froze him mid-step. Immediately his sharp instincts screamed danger, and he spun around just in time to block a high-speed kick aimed at his head. Standing before him was none other than Serenity, the War Goddess herself, her commanding aura amplified by the intensity in her eyes.“You’re not taking another step,” Serenity declared coldly, her voice laced with authority.Hearing what Serenity j

Hearing what Serenity just said. Phantom didn’t flinch, his reply rehearsed.“The fugitive was overconfident. I used his aggression against him and struck when he left an opening. It was a risky move, but it paid off.”Hearing what Phantom just said, Serenity folded her arms, her expression unimpressed. “You expect me to believe that? I’ve faced opponents like him before, and I know how unlikely it is to exploit an 'opening' against someone of his skill level.”At that moment Phantom's jaw tightened, but he held his ground. “With respect, Serenity, the report speaks for itself."At that moment Serenity stepped closer, her voice lowering. “And what about the voice I heard? The one that sounded familiar?”For the first time, Phantom’s composure wavered, his eyes darting away briefly before he recovered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Serenity. Nobody was there, remember the place was locked and everyone had been evacuated.”Serenity studied him, the silence stretching betwe

After several minutes, George straightened and spoke, his tone measured. “The situation is indeed critical. His body is severely weakened, and the toxins are still present. However…” He paused, his gaze flickering toward Serenity. “The toxins have been suppressed, at least temporarily.”hearing what he just said, Serenity's brow furrowed. “Suppressed? How?”George gestured to the remnants of the herb Damien had applied. “This herb,” he explained, “is extremely rare and possesses unique detoxifying properties. It wasn’t a cure, but it bought us valuable time. Without it, his condition might have deteriorated beyond recovery by now.”Serenity’s assistant and Elvis exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier anger now mingled with confusion. At that moment Elvis hesitated before speaking. “Are you saying that…Damien’s actions actually helped?”George nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, though his methods were unconventional. He applied the herb with precision and understanding. I doubt many other

Damien had barely begun to unwind when the sound of aggressive knocking on his door shattered the silence. He glanced toward the door, his irritation mounting. Who could it be this time? he thought, rising from his chair reluctantly. As he opened the door, he was met with the familiar but unwelcome sight of his cousin Megan and her mother. Both wore smug, self-assured expressions that immediately set his nerves on edge.“Good evening,” Megan said, her tone dripping with false politeness as she brushed past him without waiting for an invitation.Immediately her mother followed suit, clutching a folder as though it contained the key to her victory.Seeing Megan and her mother entering the house without being invited.Damien's irritation grows even more.He couldn't believe the day he was having, from Jessica to Landon now Megan.However he closed the door slowly, his gaze steady. “To what do I owe this…surprise visit?”Hearing what Damien just said.Megan’s mother wasted no time,