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
Damian stared at him for a while, then burst into sudden laughter, leaving Enzo surprised as he watched him. “I knew your dumb self was not to be trusted,” Damian said, stopping his laughter and looking serious.Enzo brought out another pistol from his suit pocket and pointed it at Damian, angry that he was being taken for granted. “How dare you,” Enzo gritted through his teeth.The smile on Damian's face faded as he regarded him seriously. “Pull that trigger, and you will never get to see your grandma again.” Enzo's brow creased in confusion. “What the...”His phone rang, interrupting him. He looked down at his pants where his phone was and then back at Damian. “I would advise you to pick that... an innocent person might die.” Damian's eyes regarded him playfully as he smirked, enjoying the helpless look on Enzo’s face as he picked it up hastily.“Mr. Lombardi…” The caregiver he employed to take care of his grandma's voice came through shakily.“Mrs. Marie…” Enzo’s eyes widened in sh
"I-I-," Enzo stuttered, hesitating, hinting to Damian that he was about to disclose something important."I'm listening," Damian said as Enzo shuddered in fear."Because of my grandma," he said quickly."How?""Originally, I was a common mafia member that led a small gang when Lucian found me. He made me the head of Neo Finance. I was in charge of giving out loans and taking care of them and—""When you say 'taking care of them,' you mean killing them when they threaten to expose your evil deeds to the public?"Enzo nodded as Damian sighed. Lucian wasn't just bad; he was the devil himself."If all of this has been happening all this time, why did the issue start to escalate recently?" Dani probed."Because I decided to stop doing his dirty work. A victim of mine turned out to be my grandma's close friend. Her death shook her so much that she had a heart attack. She hasn't been well since then," Enzo said, and Damian stared at him for a while."Fine," Damian said and stood up, heading
"Do you think he was watching us?" Enzo asked, staring at a fuming Lucian."What do you think?!" Lucian barked angrily as everything fell silent."I set a trap by asking you to leave the group to identify my enemies. We found out about Alberto. He never liked me and Paulo; they both want to see my downfall, but everything worked out for Damian's benefit! That conniving bastard!" Lucian spat angrily again."What are we going to do now?" Enzo asked.Lucian shook his head. "I don’t know. I don’t fucking know! All I know is that I will crush Damian, even if it's the last thing I do!" He gritted his teeth in rage as Enzo stared at him.Meanwhile, Damian stared at the blank laptop, even though there were no visuals. Roberto fidgeted while observing his unbelievably calm young master. It was hard to discern Damian's thoughts from his expression."Young master," Roberto called, staring at Damian, who entwined his fingers and gazed at the empty screen.Roberto’s phone rang, breaking the unendi
"“Now I'll start with Mr. Salacia,” he said after a moment of silence. The man gave him a scornful look, while Damian ignored it. “You came from a rich family where everything is usually provided for you on a platter of gold. You never answer to anyone. You do the commanding, and everyone does your bidding. After your parents died, you took over the Salacia property when you were just 18, and you did pretty well in controlling the enormous asset,” he said as the man scoffed. “What are you trying to say, boy?” He hissed. “Now I’m going to explain something since your old, naive, proud self didn’t let you learn certain etiquette. No matter who or how small a person is, as long as he is over you as your boss, you do whatever he asks you to without complaining or commenting, unless of course, he asks you to,” Damian said with a slow smile that got Mr. Salacia standing up in rage. “You!” He pointed at Damian, who folded his arms and stared at him. “Sit, Mr. Salacia,” Damian said with a ste