"This is getting even uglier than I thought," Roberto sighed as he stared at Damian, who seemed entirely consumed by what he was discussing."Where's Elena?" Damian turned to Roberto. As he began to answer, the doorbell of the suite rang, and Roberto went to open it."Speak of the devil," Roberto smiled as Elena walked in."Mr. Santoro," Elena greeted with a smile."Good job, Elena. I didn't think you could pull it off," Damian said, his satisfaction evident in his smile, a rarity in recent days."Thank you, Mr. Santoro. And that was a piece of cake. It was high time someone put that scumbag in his place," she replied as Damian nodded."Ravenna's expression was the most hilarious. Who would have thought she'd abandon our young master?" Roberto murmured to himself before turning to Damian. "Do you plan to reveal your new identity to them?""Yes, but not anytime soon. I plan to weaken them first... then show them who they're up against," Damian's lips curved into a sly smile, relishing
"Fuck!" Lucian spat out as Paulo left."You deserve this. And more," Ravenna seethed and walked away, followed by her mother, who had a worried expression.Lucian watched them leave. What the hell was happening? Everything was happening so fast... so fast that he couldn't—Ring! Ring! Ring!The ringing from his phone cut through his thoughts as he hissed and dipped his hand into his pants."What is it?" He asked his personal assistant harshly."The media team was infiltrated," a calm voice spoke from the other side."What?" Lucian asked in shock.Arghhhh! Noise from his PA's side sounded as Lucian's brow creased in frustration."What was that sound?""We are questioning the media team... in my own way," he replied as Lucian cursed under his breath as the loud painful shout of someone sounded again. He knew what Marcello was up to."Was that necessary? Torturing them?" Lucian asked."That is the only way I could think of. Besides, they keep denying that they did it. It's so frustrating
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