72The ride home was a tense one, Darien's knuckles white on the steering wheel as he replayed the day's events in his mind. When he arrived, Lavinia took one look at his stony expression and knew something was wrong."What happened?" she asked, her brow furrowing with concern. Darien sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Viktor agreed at first, but then changed the deal. The only way to get the Valeriana now is by capturing one of his enemies, a man named Marco Gentile."Lavinia gasped. "A mafia boss? Darien, that's too dangerous. We'll find another way." But Darien was already shaking his head."There is no other way. I'm so close, Lavinia. If I get this herb, I'll only need 8 more. Please, try to understand." His eyes, usually so calm, were stormy with frustration. Lavinia saw the desperation in his face and knew arguing was futile. "Alright," she conceded reluctantly. "But promise me you'll be careful. This Gentile - who knows what he's capable of?"She pulled out her laptop
73Darien felt a flash of anger but kept his expression neutral, waiting for Eveline's lead."He's a friend," Eveline replied, her voice steady but Darien could sense the tension in her posture."A friend," Charles repeated, his tone suggesting anything but friendship. "Well, I must say, I didn't expect to find you in such... quaint company, Eveline."Eveline's jaw tightened, and Darien saw her inhale deeply, a clear effort to maintain her composure. "Darien has been a great help to my family. More than I can say for some," she retorted, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and defiance.Charles's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I suppose everyone needs a pet project."The tension at the table spiked as Charles stood there, a smirk playing on his lips. Darien kept his cool, focusing on Eveline, who seemed to gather herself for the storm ahead."Charles," Eveline said, her voice icy, "what do you want?"Charles turned his smirk into a full-on grin, though it didn't rea
74"Say that again! I dare you!" Charles growled.Eveline's hand reached out, touching Darien's arm lightly, a silent plea for restraint. Darien gave her a brief, reassuring glance before turning back to Charles, unflinching."As I said, respect goes a long way. You should learn it."Eveline stood up, placing herself between them. "Enough, Charles. Leave. Now."Charles's face was a picture of fury, his voice rising with each word. "I said, say that again!"Darien looked back at him, the picture of calm. "Respect, Charles. It's important."Charles sneered, not backing down. "You think you can make me?"Darien's lips twitched into a smirk. "Not worth the effort, honestly."Around them, the room buzzed with whispers."Did you see that? This guy is not even breaking a sweat," one patron murmured to another pointing at Darien."I'd pay to see Charles try something," another chuckled, sipping their wine.Charles, oblivious to the murmurs, jabbed a finger in Darien's direction. "You think yo
75Once outside, the cool night air felt refreshing after the stifling tension of the restaurant. Eveline took a deep breath, seeming to shake off the encounter. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Darien. Charles... he's someone my family wants me to marry, but I can't stand him. He's arrogant and, frankly, cruel."Darien looked down at her, understanding dawning. "You don't have to explain. It's clear you deserve much better than someone like that."Eveline smiled weakly, her earlier vivacity dimmed by the encounter. "Thank you, Darien. For everything."He nodded, feeling a protective surge. "Anytime, Eveline."Eveline smiled up at Darien, though it did not reach her eyes which still showed traces of worry from the earlier confrontation. "Thank you again for your company tonight, I apologize our dinner was interrupted. I know this party on Saturday is rather last minute but it would mean so much to have you there. My family will be in attendance and it may help deter Charles from causin
76 With burning eyes, Darien drew himself to his full height and glared at Charles, his voice was laced with slight amusement while he spoke, “Is that supposed to be a threat Mr. Taylor? Are you threatening me in an open place?”, Darien folded his arms and lifted his brow in question, Looking Charles straight in the eyes, he asked again, with confidence, “Do I need to call my lawyer and inform him of a threat to my life?" Charles bursted into a loud chortle, with tears streaming down his eyes, as he laughed to his heart content, Darien's questioning sounded ludicrous to his ears and he couldn't help the laughter, Lifting his head to look at Darien, with the amused look still etched on his face, he stammered through the laughter, “Y-you’re more delusional than I thought, it's one thing to know what a lawyer is and another to be able to afford one. Sincerely speaking, I'm quite amazed that you even know what a lawyer is and their job as well.” Darien shook his head and scoffed a
77 Charles, with venom dripping from his voice barely above a whisper, glared at Darien. "This isn't over, not by a long shot," he hissed, punctuating his threat with a look that could freeze hell over. As he recalibrated his composure, Lady Elizabeth took the stage, her eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto Darien, igniting into flames of unspoken fury. Her face, a picture of anger, twisted further as her lips contorted into a disdainful sneer. A storm brewed within her as she silently questioned, 'What is that man doing here?' With no words exchanged, she pivoted on her heels, her movements sharp and determined as she advanced towards Eveline. Eveline, observing the approaching storm that was her mother, drew a deep, steadying breath, bracing herself for the impending confrontation. "Mom, what's the problem?" "Cut the pleasantries, Eveline," Lady Elizabeth snapped back, venom lacing her words. "Why on earth would you invite 'that' man, Darien, to my ball?" she demande
78Darien, still the eye of the storm, merely nodded. "Lady Elizabeth, I meant no disrespect. My attendance was in the spirit of friendship and celebration," he explained, his tone unwavering, his gaze locked with Elizabeth's, unflinching.The security guards hesitated, looking between Lady Elizabeth and Darien, unsure. Lady Elizabeth, breathing heavily, glared at Darien. "Your 'friendship' is unwelcome here. Your presence is a blight on this evening's festivities!" she hissed, her teeth clenched so tightly that her jaw twitched.Just then, Ethan, Elizabeth's proud son and Eveline's brother, stepped forward, his eyes burning with the same fire as his mother's. He still held a grudge against Darien for the embarrassment he caused them last time by healing his sister Emily. Ethan and his mother always believed it was just luck that Darien managed to cure Emily.Ethan, with a mocking smile that didn't reach his eyes, said, "So, the 'miracle worker' decided to show up. What, ran out of
79Dr. Tully, fully aware of the attention he commanded, navigated the room with an air of confidence. "Please, stand back and give me some space to work," he instructed, his gaze focused on lady Elizabeth.Darien, meanwhile, watched Dr. Tully with a skeptical eye. The claims surrounding the doctor were extraordinary, certainly, but Darien knew that medicine was grounded in science, and herbs not miracles. He remained beside lady Elizabeth.The crowd's fascination with Dr. Tully was palpable, their earlier concerns momentarily forgotten as they watched him work. They hung on his every word, eager to witness a display of his legendary skills.Dr. Tully knelt beside lady Elizabeth, casting a dismissive glance at Darien. "What seems to be the issue here?" he inquired, his tone suggesting he expected incompetence.Darien, unphased by the interruption, continued his examination. "She's showing signs of acute distress, possibly a cardiac event. We need to—"Dr. Tully cut him off with a wave