As Damian contemplated walking up to her again, two men dressed in well-tailored suits walked in, their expressions stoic. While Mrs. B's face turned paler, she quickly moved away from the counter and approached them, casting a nervous stare at Damian momentarily. Damian looked away, pretending to operate his phone.“I will make arrangements; please give me some more time,” Damian strained his ears to hear Mrs. B say this, but he couldn't hear the other parties' conversation. What was really happening?“Thank you, Thank you,” Mrs. B said desperately to them as they walked away. She nervously cleaned her hands on her apron and walked over to Damian with a huge smile that he returned.“Everything fine?” Damian asked, looking worried.“Yeah… Yeah,” Mrs. B nodded fiercely. “I’ll go get that drink.” She turned away quickly, as if afraid Damian would inquire further.As Damian continued to contemplate what might be wrong with the woman, his phone rang. He hissed when he saw the caller’s ID.
"Whatever this might be, we need to start from the root, and that will be Mrs. B. Let's pay her a visit tomorrow," Damian said at last."When you say 'we,' do you mean both of us?" Roberto asked with a nervous smile.Damian placed his hand on his waist. "Who else would it be?""Oh…""Or you can just stay back. Mrs. B wouldn't feel comfortable seeing both of us if she's going to tell me anything. You can leave now, Elena," Damian said and headed back into his room."This is tiring," Roberto cried."He is intent on making them pay. Let's do our best to help him so we can all go back home," Elena feigned a smile and left, leaving a tired Roberto.************"Wait for me here," Damian told Roberto as the limousine parked a short distance away from Mrs. B's tea shop. He stepped out, took a deep breath, and walked toward the shop with mixed feelings. It was empty again, he thought with caution as he entered. Not only that, the bell didn't manage to divert her attention, failing to notify
As Damian prepared to say something, his phone rang. Annoyed by the interruption, he excused himself and reluctantly answered. “Elena, this isn’t...”“I found something crucial about Enzo Lombardi,” Elena said excitedly, unaware she had cut off her boss.Damian turned to look at the woman and Roberto, who was attempting to engage her in conversation. He considered dismissing her but decided against it.“What is it?”“Enzo Lombardi sold his shares and withdrew from Kings Distribution.”“What? Out of the blue?” Damian inquired.“Yes, and to top it off, I discovered he was the owner of Neo Finance before it was sold to Kings Distribution,” she explained."Damn. Enzo Lombardi is definitely our lead if we're going to make progress in this case. Come over to the hotel; it's time to rethink our strategy," he said, then hung up. He forced a smile and returned to where the woman and Roberto were."Um... I apologize for...""Just go away. The sight of you all makes me sick!" she spat, then turn
"Are you sure you want to do this? This is a dangerous mission," Roberto fidgeted as he trailed behind Damian, who walked with long, quick strides down the hotel hallway. Staff members bowed to Damian whenever he passed by."Don't try to talk me out of this, Roberto. I need to be there in case something goes wrong," Damian said as he walked into the elevator. Roberto sighed, watching him."Aren't you coming?" Roberto raised a brow at the older man, who grudgingly entered."I feel like I'm talking to a wall," Roberto mumbled, his defeated tone amusing Damian.Damian stifled a smile and maintained a serious expression. Roberto's selfless concern was something Damian appreciated, even though he was determined to accompany Elena on the mission."Elena?" Damian turned to Roberto, who seemed lost in thought."She's at the bar, on standby."Damian nodded."Are you sure you want to do this?" Roberto suddenly asked, breaking the silence. "What if someone recognizes you? You're supposed to stay
Elena turned to face Paulo with a forced smile. "Sir, I don't think that's proper. I'm just a waitress, and I've done my job," she said politely, as the smile on Paulo's face quickly faded."What the hell is this bitch saying? Is she trying to lecture me?" he fired angrily, while Enzo narrowed his gaze at the waitress's head, as if telling her to do her job."I'm so sorry, sir. Elena can sometimes be stiff and overly straightforward. She was shocked when a man of your caliber asked her such a favor," she explained nervously, but none of them were fools. Everyone in the room clearly understood what was going on."Alright then," Paulo said, his eyes fixed on Elena, whose smiling face had turned to a stern glare. "I'd forgive her if she does what she is told." Paulo's eyes glittered as he watched Elena put up a front, as if he already knew who had the upper hand."That bastard. Like father, like son. He's really the true father of that jerk, Carlos," Roberto muttered, still disturbed tha
"The one that embezzled…" Enzo began speaking again. Wow, he remembered him, but for a crime he didn't commit. He had thought no one would remember that. He was wrong... completely wrong."Does that matter to you?" Damian asked, forcing a smile."Ugh?" Enzo's brow creased in confusion."My identity," Damian continued. "What matters is that we want the same thing." Damian watched his expression for any sign of interest. "Revenge. Lucian's downfall." Damian's lips curved into a smile as he thought about it.Enzo gave him a suspicious gaze. "How do you know I want that?"Damian chuckled, striding towards him. He stopped inches in front of Enzo and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Inviting Paulo over and Alberto... We both know that dining with the enemy's enemy means nothing good," Damian said, completing his thought as Enzo watched him carefully.Damian removed his hand from Enzo's shoulder and reached into his pants, pulling out a bottle of scotch from the table. He poured himself a dri
"You hypocrite! No need to pretend. 'Here I am, kill me, Lucian!' Paulo said in rage as Lucian smacked his lips together and nodded to Marcello. Marcello understood the gesture, picking Paulo up and placing him over his shoulder, then carrying him outside while Paulo continued shouting and kicking his legs in the air. 'What's that about?' Ravenna's voice interrupted his thoughts as he spun around to see his daughter standing in the middle of the stairs. 'Ravenna…' Lucian breathed in relief. Since the failed wedding, she had secluded herself, not eating or seeing anyone. 'Were you guys talking about Damian? What trick do you plan to play this time?' She asked, eyeing her father despite his soft gaze. 'You always think the worst of me,' Lucian swallowed, attempting to hide his disappointment. 'It's your fault,' she said, descending the stairs to meet him. 'What are you planning?' She locked eyes with him. Lucian gazed at her, then looked away. 'Nothing,' he replied. 'Even though you did
Damian’s phone rang, interrupting his conversation abruptly. “Excuse me,” Damian said as Mrs. B nodded while wiping away her tears. Damian walked away, answering the unknown number. “Who…”“Let’s meet,” Enzo's cold voice pierced through the phone.Damian raised his brow in recognition, but he wouldn't let Enzo call the shots. "I decide when we meet, Enzo. I need us to be on the same page," Damian replied slowly, emphasizing each word.He sensed Enzo's muttered curse, but Damian didn't care. Clearly, this arrangement wasn't sitting well with Enzo."You're just a nobody! What gives you the right to call the shots?!" Enzo seethed, while Damian chuckled lightly."A 'nobody,' yet you chose to partner with one to take down your biggest adversary?" Damian mockingly retorted, as Lucian remained silent. "You're worse than me, Enzo. Utterly helpless," Damian's stern voice carried anger—anger at Enzo for subjecting people to their current ordeal.After hearing Mrs. B's account of Kings Distribut