Chapter 285: The Villain's Identity

Damian bit his lower lip, hard, until it created a shallow wound. The killer was surely treating him like a puppet, controlling him using the people close to him. ‘I should take that to mind when I retaliate against this person soon.’

“No, don’t bring her home,” Damian withdrew his command, his hands pressing tightly on Anya’s wrist. “Bring her to a safe place, but don’t go to a secluded place. It could be dangerous.”

“Damian, hey,” Anya called him, and he glanced at his wife before caressing her wrist lightly.

“No matter what happens to me, don’t leave her,” instructed Damian, and the bodyguards were about to argue when he spoke again. “This is an order. Do you understand?”

“Yes, young master,” all of them bowed in surrender.

“Damian, you are scaring the shit out of me,” Anya told him, the fear evident in her tone. “What’s happening?”

“I can’t tell you, but for now, just trust me. Stay near your bodyguards. Don’t drink or eat anything in this event, too.”

Anya’s eyes roamed the place