'The old man is not sick?' they all stared at him wondering if he had gone crazy. Their father was unconscious and at the point of death, and his sickness was chronic. Sandra suddenly laughed and faced her brother, "Nelson what were you thinking? You brought a quake here to tell us father is fine?" She questioned, crinkling her nose in disgust. Nelson shook his head and went closer to Damien, ignoring his sibling's remark. "What are you talking about? What do you mean by he is not sick?" He questioned, his voice laced with curiosity."Stop this nonsense, Nelson. I know your plan and it's so obvious. You can't get the company's fund through with drama of yours," Neil pointed out and stepped forward. "I wouldn't let you destroy our family's company which father has built throughout his lifetime. I don't care if you are the new chairman, I will still protect our empire. You won't get away with this cheap trick you came up with.""I am not playing a cheap trick here. Why would I want to
Damien went on to administer the medication he had gotten for Mr Robert, while the siblings handled their issues, trying to find out who was behind the attempted murder of their father. He took away the medications Mr. Robert was on before and replaced them with his. He got everything packed aside before he faced the siblings, ready to tell them he was leaving, but he lost his voice immediately when he heard the doctor's confession."I never wanted to do this," Dr. Phil cried and went on, "He only had a severe fever and I treated him. He was getting better, but suddenly, Neil came to me and told me to change his medications. I had no idea why he wanted to do that to his father and I disagreed after seeing the medications he brought 'cause they have severe effects which I told him about, but he persuaded me until I gave in."Silence reigned in the room as the words of the doctor got registered in their minds. As if been controlled, they all turned their heads uniformly to Neil who loo
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
Damien immediately went down and Nelson followed suit, lucky enough to escape being hit by the bullet. The men in black brought out their guns and began to shoot in the direction of the shooter. Damien remained in his position, surprisingly not as scared as he thought he would be when he came across a shooter or assassin. He had no idea why he felt so confident with the two men around them.One thing he was sure of was that, he wouldn't get hit. He was back to fame exposure and that was going to happen one way or the other. The room became calm and the two of them came out of their hiding spot. The two men quickly led them out, and when they were in safety, Nelson finally breathed in relief, while Damien kept staring at the room they had come out from. "I apologize for putting your life in danger. They are surely after me and I should have been more careful," Nelson apologized breathlessly, but Damien didn't hold it against him. "It wasn't in your power to control it. Besides, ne
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
Damien drew his brows together, staring at him in confusion. What job would he want him to do that would attract bountiful pay?Whatever Neil was up to, wasn't going to end well. "What job are you talking about?" Damien questioned curiously his brows knitted. Neil looked around and when he was sure no one was looking at them, he stepped closer. "I want you to go back to the hotel and tell everyone what you said was a lie. You were made to say it. Tell them Nelson made you lie," he answered, taking Damien aback. "You want me to go as far as doing that? Then what would you do? Continue giving your father the sleeping medications until his death?"He sighed and every part of him spoke frustration, "I won't give him that medication. I just want you to tell everyone that Nelson sent you and you vindicate me from all these. Maybe my father may like me a little bit," he lowered his gaze as he said the last sentence. Damien stared at him, feeling pity. All he could see was a man, craving
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
Damien was able to stop the car. He looked through his mirror and saw the car that bumped into him packed across. He breathed deeply and came out of his car. The back was badly hit while the front of the other car suffered the same fate."Hey, you! If you don't know how to drive properly, then stay off the road," the owner of the other car yelled while walking to him. "You tried to kill me, didn't you?" Damien looked at the hit again and let out a deep breath. He was driving at the maximum speed allowed on that road and made sure to avoid crossing over to the other lane. It was the other driver who was at fault."You are clearly at fault. You were driving above the maximum speed, weren't you?" Damien questioned which got the man pissed off. "How dare you blame me? You crossed over to the other side of the road and I bumped into you," he countered, using his hand to describe the diversion. Damien drew his brows together, wondering how he could accuse him of something that never hap