The Elites.

"How did this happen? And why can't I remember anything that has to do with it?"

"When did I meet another lady from the past? What's happening to me? What had happened to me?"

Damien couldn't use the majority of the skills and features that he had obtained in the past, so it was difficult for him to draw a closure on the present situation.

"Charles is my son?"

Though it was the fact, yet Damien didn't want to be quick to conclusion. He opened his laptop and started to scroll through. He typed in the search engine,

WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF THE BOLDYVILLE ESTATE AFTER THE DEATH OF DAMIEN?

He scrolled through the results that popped up. He couldn't find a result that matched his expectations.

BOLDYVILLE: A NEW OWNER?

He clicked on the article. He read through for a while.

"Dead end."

He closed the laptop.

"Obviously, there was no one else who was in charge of the Estate when I was gone. I mean, if there was someone, it would have made the front page of the news."

He tried to search thro
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