“I am going to ask you again, Your Highness. Am I to stay or leave?” Damian asked, his polite tone giving off a mocking vibe, while Zayd stared at him, his breath quickened as if he were in the midst of the Red Sea facing the devil himself.“Have the ladies leave, Amir,” Zayd said calmly, and Damian watched as the ladies left without the Prince having to ask them again.“Great decision,” Damian said with a smile as he sat back down, picked up a glass, and poured himself a drink.“I want to believe what you just did was a show,” he took a sip of the wine. “Good wine.” Crossing his legs, he turned to look at Zayd.“Was it?” He raised a brow as Zayd watched him with an angry stare.“That state,” Damian said with a cold look now. “It doesn’t look like a prank,” he muttered almost in a whisper.“Is playing with people so fun for you?” Zayd asked suddenly, as Damian’s frown deepened.“What about you?” Damian took another sip. “Playing with women? Is it that interesting that it got you trapp
"What’s with the headline?" Ravenna walked into her father’s office and slammed the newspaper she was holding onto his desk. Lucian removed his spectacles, glanced at his daughter, then focused on the headline featuring a huge picture of Zayd.“The prince is quite something, isn’t he?” Lucian cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, giving his full attention to Ravenna.“He offered to buy the SU resort and plastered it all over the news?” Ravenna asked with an incredulous tone.“As you’ve read,” Lucian replied sarcastically, gesturing to the paper."That guy is bluffing!" She pointed at the door as if Zayd was there."What?" Lucian asked. "I thought this was all your doing. You taking him and all that…""How could you be so naive?! Sometimes I wonder if I still know you!" Ravenna retorted, running her hands through her hair."What do you mean I don’t understand? Aren’t we supposed to be happy with the latest developments? With this news, you can’t imagine the publicity this ha
“I will think about it,” Ravenna turned away from Zayd with an angry frown on her face, tinged with helplessness but unwilling to display it to Zayd.“You should think quickly. I might change my mind,” Zayd said with a cocky smile as he strode out of the office with a sense of pride. In the hallway, a few feet away from the office, he paused, pulled out his phone, and began dialing a number.“Who are you trying to contact?” Amir asked calmly from behind him, and Zayd turned to look at him, as if just noticing his presence.“Domenico,” he said, indicating he didn’t wish to elaborate, and placed the phone to his ear like a dutiful servant eager to report back to his master.“Yes, Mr. Santoro. I think they will agree,” Zayd said with a wide smile.“Sure. I’m glad I trusted you,” Zayd affirmed after a moment's pause.“The party?” he raised his brow. “Oh, of course. Anything you want, Mr. Santoro,” he replied with a grin.“Yeah. Thank you,” he said before hanging up. Zayd sighed as he stow
“I hate guessing,” Damian replied with a smug smile. “Let’s go say hi,” he added quickly, heading towards Lucian without waiting for Ravenna’s consent.When they finally reached them, Zayd, whom Damian had made clear should keep his relationship with him a secret, nodded slightly in a way that only Damian would notice.“Lucian,” he said, calmly intruding on the little meeting Lucian was having with others.Lucian glared at Damian, showing irritation at his presence but maintained a smile.“Excuse me, gentlemen. I was passing by and couldn’t resist saying hi to the man of the hour,” Damian said with a feigned smile as Lucian skillfully moved closer to him, wearing a tight smile too. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked through gritted teeth.“Congratulating you. You’ve always loved the spotlight, Father-in-law,” Damian whispered loud enough for Lucian’s ear while sparing a glance at his daughter, who had a neutral expression.“As I heard, you’ll be acquiring the SU resort in a grand
"What do you mean, Mr. Lucian asked with a nervous chuckle, glancing around as if someone would come to rescue him. Meanwhile, Damian rubbed his chin with a smile, watching them like a cheerful spectator."Enrico. I’m Zayd’s friend, just worried about my friend. I am sorry if I am sounding rude or disrespectful," Enrico continued with a smile that didn’t match his words. Even a fool would know he was a troublemaker."We are waiting for an answer," he prompted again as Lucian chuckled."Of course not," Lucian replied, laughing as if expecting everyone to see it as a joke, but you can’t just kill something off like that.A rumor is like a seed; it just needs to be planted in fertile land to develop."Oh, really? What if I said I have evidence to prove Prince Zayd is being blackmailed by you?" Enrico's smile faded, Lucian suddenly paled, and Ravenna's fist tightened. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead as she picked up her phone from the table and started dialing a number. Dam
"You've developed a habit of having a buffet in the office, Young Master," Roberto commented with a smile, picking up a file Damian had just signed, urgent and needing attention, while he continued eating, slicing toast with sleek precision as if it were an order."Really?" Damian munched on the meat, glancing at Roberto. "I heard this is how most wealthy conglomerate owners do it. It makes me feel on top of the world," Damian chuckled as Roberto smiled back, observing Damian pick up a glass of wine while the Michelin chef who was slicing the meat brought another plate to him."Merci," Damian nodded at the French chef, who bowed slightly and returned to the freshly cut meat with his assistants.Damian took a sip of wine and dabbed his mouth with a napkin."Are you done?" Roberto asked, watching Damian."No, I'm just getting started," Damian spared him a glance. "I'm expecting some guests," he said as Roberto raised a brow."But your schedule didn’t—""There was a part where your secre
"You are a smart man," Damian started with an underlying smile that concealed some hidden intentions. "You knew even before coming here.""It’s quite hard," Leonardo said after a moment of silence, as Damian watched him intently. "To be viewed in a way that you’re not. Trust me when I say I don’t truly understand your intentions, Mr. Santoro," he said as Damian regarded him calmly, still with a smile."What if I said…" He rested his hand on the table, entwining his fingers. "I let you guys come to meet me because I want fewer people on Lucian’s side," he said, as if daring them. "What would you do? Return?" He raised a sarcastic brow, looking from one person to another."Of course not," Leonardo said. "We are always on the winning side.""I don’t trust people that betray their own for others," Damian picked up a glass of wine and sipped while looking at Leonardo. He had just been indirectly insulted, and Leonardo knew there was nothing he could do about it."We can’t go back to Lucian
“Guys…stop.” Guiseppe made to come in between them when he got a phone notification.“What the hell.” He breathed. “Guys you need to see this.” He quickly turned the phone to face them as Antonio eyes widened as if it dropped out of its ball socket while Leonardo brow creased in confusion as he stared at it.Took away the phone from Giuseppe as he stared at the screen. “He has strike.” He held the phone tightly and dropped his hand by his side.“He has given Lucian a huge blow. Thank God we turned to him in time.” He turned to look at Antonio with a menacing glare.“That doesn’t mean he won’t come for us next. With this on the headlines, it’s a matter of time before we are the next.” Antonio scowled in anger, pissed at Leonardo.“Your foolish self only thinking of what will happen, you never think about changing anything.” Leonardo eyed him dangerously and walked away.“Avoid Lucian as much as you can. That man has limited time in limelight. He might want to bring us down.” Leonardo