At that moment Jessica's lips curved into a mocking smile.
“Oh, this is rich.” Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the doorframe. “How much did it cost to rent the car and hire this... assistant?” She said with a mockery tone. However Damien did listen to her, he rose quietly from his seat, straightening his simple robes. “Uncle Bernard, thank you for your hospitality.” “But Damien, we haven't even had tea—” Uncle Bernard started. Bernard at that moment just smiled. “Some matters can't wait.” He bowed respectfully. “I'll visit again when time permits.” immediately Jessica laughter followed him down the path. “Did you really think we'd fall for such an obvious act? A village doctor with a Phantom Spirit Ultra?” Damien didn't pause or turn back, simply nodding once to the driver as he stepped into the vehicle. The car purred away, leaving Jessica and her mother standing in the doorway. “Can you believe his nerves?” Jessica turned to her mother, her voice dripping with disdain. “Hiring actors and renting luxury cars just to impress us!” Her mother's laugh tinkled. “Such desperation! As if we wouldn't see right through it, he's as foolish as I thought.” “That young man Damein,” Uncle Bernard's quiet voice cut through their amusement. “has never needed to pretend to be anything other than what he is.” “Oh, Father,” Jessica rolled her eyes. “You're too trusting. He's clearly just a—” “The Damien I know,” Uncle Bernard continued firmly, “would rather walk than rent a car for show.” Upon hearing what Sir Bernard just said. Jessica and her mother exchanged knowing looks before dissolving into laughter again, their certainty in their own judgment leaving no room for doubt. ** “The herbs are prepared.” Dr. Kyle arranged his instruments on a silver tray, each movement precise and practiced. “We should begin immediately.” Sophia watched the steam rise from the medicinal decoction, her heart started pounding. The treatment would save her grandfather's life, yes, but at what cost? he might be in coma, The memory of what Damien said to them still tugged at her thoughts. “Wait.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Please... just wait a moment.” Upon hearing what Sophia just said Dr. Kyle hands stilled over his instruments. “Miss Sophia,” His tone carried decades of authority. “Every minute we delay—” Sophia didn't allow Dr. Kyle to finish his words when she interrupted him. “I've called another doctor.” immediately the room temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Dr. Kyle straightened slowly, his distinguished features started darkening. “Another doctor?” “Sophia!” Her father stepped forward, his face flushed with anxiety. “What are you thinking? Dr. Kyle has cleared his entire schedule for us, and it took the grace of Young Master Landon to make this possible and you—” “The clinic this morning,” she rushed to explain, pulling out the card Damien gave to her. And face her brother. “Remember? The young doctor who knew Grandfather's symptoms just from a cough?” “A village doctor?” Her father's voice rose in disbelief. “You're risking Dr. Kyle treatment because of a low life village doctor —” “He knew, grandfather problem.” Sophia's fingers tightened around the card. “He knew exactly when Grandfather's condition would worsen. The timing, the symptoms... everything happened exactly as he predicted. Everything.” At that moment Sophia's father's fingers tightened on his armrest, uncertainty flickering across his face. “The Legendary Master Raymond clinic, you say?” At that moment Sophia's brother wouldn't keep calm. “Father, she's being fooled! it was just a lucky guess, nothing more. This... village doctor probably sees dozens of similar cases.” Dr. Kyle who has been trying to make sure the words didn't get to him, by measuring herbs with meticulous care. However, hearing what Miss Sophia just said he suddenly looked up. His eyes sparkled with poorly concealed excitement. “Master Raymond himself? The legendary healer is coming?” “No...” Sophia's voice grew small. “Just... just a young doctor from his clinic.” They watched Dr. Kyle enthusiasm drain away like water. His lips pressed into a thin line as he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. “It's disrespectful to think a mere assistant can do better than me? Really, Miss Sophia, this is beneath me and it's an insult.” At that moment the silence grew heavy as Dr. Kyle set down his measuring spoon with deliberate precision. “I must be frank. Either I proceed now, or I leave. Choose.” Upon hearing what Dr Kyle just said Mr. Oliver's face paled. His eyes darted between his daughter and the renowned physician not wanting to take any chances he decided to agree. “Dr. Kyle, please, begin the—” At that moment a voice Interrupted them. “Stop!.” The quiet command cut through the room. At that moment Damien in simple healer's robes stood in the doorway, his presence carrying an inexplicable weight. “This treatment,” he stated, his eyes fixed on the herbs, “will trap your grandfather in eternal sleep. He will never wake.” Upon hearing what Damien just said Dr Kyle eyes turned deadly immediately, he couldn't believe a newbie would dare write off his method of treatment. Dr. Kyle's face flushed deep red. “You dare—!” “Guards!” Mr. Oliver said and pointed at Damien. “Remove this imposter at once!” “Father, no!” Sophia rushed forward, placing herself between the guards and Damien. “This is him – the doctor I told you about. The one who knew everything about Grandfather's condition from just a single cough.” “Since you hold my master's exclusive card,” Damien voice carried a quiet edge, “I will honor his promise, that is the reason I'm here” Without another word, Damien stepped forward, removing an ancient jade flask from his robe. Without a word, he poured three drops of clear liquid into the air – but instead of falling, they hung suspended. His fingers moved in intricate patterns, and the drops began to orbit each other, forming the ancient symbol for “life.” “Impossible...” Dr. Kyle whispered, his medical bag falling forgotten from his hands. “The Celestial Dew Technique? It vanished with the last imperial physician five centuries ago.” The luminous drops suddenly shot forward, absorbed instantly into three precise points on the patient's body – throat, heart, and forehead. “Remove him from all other medicines,” Damien said quietly, already turning to leave. “When the frost patterns fade at sunrise tomorrow, he will wake, fully healed.” At that moment Dr. Kyle stumbled forward, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe he just saw a technique he had long aspired to learn but never came close to master it.Chapter six“Dr. Kyle?”Mr.Oliver watched the renowned physician's hands shake as he gripped the edge of a chair. “What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.”“That technique...” Dr. Kyle's voice trembled, his usual professional composure completely shattered. At that moment He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty forehead. “The Celestial Dew Method... I've only seen it once, in my master's most treasured textbook.”Mr. Oliver looked totally confused.“I don't understand,”Mr. Oliver stepped closer. “What's so special about—”“Special?”Dr. Kyle let out a shaky laugh.“I spent twenty years studying that single page. Twenty years! And that young man just...”His voice cracked. “He performed it like he was breathing.”Upon hearing what Dr Kyle just said Mr. Oliver face drained of color as the implications sank in. His fingers clutched his jade paperweight so tight his knuckles went white. “You mean we just...”“We've insulted a master physician.”“The level of skill
Chapter seven“If you're this concerned about marriage,” Damein said quietly, not even bothering to make eye contact as he adjusted his sleeve.“Don't be. I'll tell Uncle Bernard today the engagement is off.”Upon hearing what Damien just said the color rose in Jessica’s cheeks, clashing with her expensive foundation.Her fingers tightened around her Fendi clutch until her knuckles went white.“Oh. My. God.” Victoria grabbed her friend's arm. “Jessica, he's totally doing that reverse psychology thing! My ex tried the same move last month!”Jessica's shock transformed into fury. “I see right through you,” she hissed, stepping closer. Her designer perfume wafted between them like a weapon.“Playing hard to get? Acting all mysterious and disinterested?”Her laugh was sharp enough to cut glass.“What dating guide did you get this from?”She tossed her highlighted hair, speaking loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear. “Renting luxury cars, hiring actors to play chauffeurs, now this
Chapter Eight“War Goddess, Serenity.”Dr. Kyle's voice carried clear regret through the phone. “I... I failed to secure his contact details.”He paused, swallowing his professional pride. “Perhaps because I initially dismissed his abilities. Quite rudely, in fact–”“You doubted him?” Serenity's voice held a mix of understanding and frustration.“Who wouldn't? a young man from a village clinic...” Dr. Kyle sighed heavily.“But his skills... they surpass anything I've seen in forty years of practice.”upon hearing what Dr Kyle just said Serenity's fingers tightened she couldn't believe someone's medical skills would far surpass Dr Kyle to this point. Without wasting anymore she said.“The Nathaniel family. They can arrange a meeting between us.” Serenity voice carried the decisive tone that had won battles.“I'll handle this personally.”**Damien stepped out of Crystal Palace restaurant into the cooling air, pleasantly satisfied from the meal. At that moment his phone buzzed -
Chapter nine The word “Supreme black card” rippled through the lobby like a stone dropped in still water. Immediately Conversations halted mid-sentence. Private bankers emerged from their offices. Even the security guards straightened their postures.“The Supreme Black Card...” someone whispered reverently. “Only forty-eight exist worldwide...“Immediately the crowd started gathering discreetly, pretending to check deposit slips while stealing glances. The card's obsidian surface seemed to absorb light, its platinum inlays catching the crystal chandelier's glow.Jessica, who was close to the scene, froze at the VIP counter, her transaction forgotten as she turned to stare. That simple- village doctor... holding one of the world's most exclusive banking symbols? Her perfectly shaped brows furrowed in confusion.She thought Damien was poor but how on earth did he get his hands on such a valuable card.“Sir, if you'll just verify with your fingerprint,” The employee voice had transfo
Sophia's heart skipped a beat as the pieces clicked together. Dr. Kyle urgent phone call, his desperate attempt to get Damien's contact – it had all been about Serenity's grandfather. However before Sophia could process everything Serenity Continued. “In return for this information,” Serenity leaned forward slightly, her voice carrying the weight of power. “I'll owe your family a favor. Any favor, even if it's not now but later, I will honor the favor.” Her red lips curved into an all serious face. “you understand what that could mean for the Nathaniel family's future?” Upon hearing what Serenity just said Sophia fingers trembled around her teacup. Without being told she knew One word from the War Goddess could open doors her family had been knocking on for years. Business permits, government contracts, social connections – everything would become possible. The temptation twisted in her stomach like a knife. But then she remembered how Damien had specifically declined
Upon seeing what just happened the silence that followed was absolute.Ryan's eyes bulged as he registered the taste of dog poo. His face turned green, then white, then a sickly combination of both. He scrambled backward, champagne glasses crashing to the floor as he desperately clawed at his mouth, retching and using the champagne to rinse his mouth.“You... you...”Ryan spat repeatedly, his designer suit rumpled as he staggered to his feet.“I'll kill you!”Without wasting any more time he charged forward like a drunken bull. Damein simply pivoted, his foot connecting with Ryan's chest in a precise strike.Immediately Ryan crashed into the velvet sofa, sending bottles and glasses flying.“Know your place,”Damien's voice cut through the chaos, cold as winter frost.“Next time, I won't be so gentle.”At that moment no one could say anything, their mouths opened like fish out of the water.However the stunned silence was broken by a phone's cheerful ringtone. Jin glanced at the scre
“It has to be a coincidence.”Ryan muttered, but uncertainty crept into his voice. “No, no,” Victoria shook her head frantically. “There's no way. Sophia Nathaniel wouldn’t possibly be having a meeting with that loser...”But her voice lacked conviction.Hearing what Sophia just said, Young Master Landon's confident smile faltered as he watched their faces. “What's going on? Why do you all look like he's some kind of a real deal?” “That village doctor,” Victoria blurted out, twisting her Cartier bracelet nervously. “He just left here claiming he had a meeting with Sophia at Crystal Bay and you're saying you met Sophia at the same place.” Landon's perfectly maintained expression cracked. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he loosened his tie even more. “He what?” “It's nothing,” Jessica cut in quickly, noticing the dangerous glint in Landon's eyes. She forced a laugh that sounded brittle even to her own ears. “Think about it logically, for someone who pretend
Damien's eyes met hers, and for a moment, she glimpsed something harder beneath his calm exterior. “Endless charity breeds endless demands. Help everyone, and soon they'll view your kindness as an obligation.” He turned back to the window, his reflection carrying a shadow of past lessons learned. “Some people see generosity as weakness. They'll take your goodwill, then repay it with betrayal when it suits them.” The bitterness in Damien's last words made Sophia wonder what experiences had taught him such caution, even as she admired the clarity of his principles. Sophia decided not to push any further, she could tell Damien isn't interested and it's unwise of her to push again. At that moment Damien stood up. “ I will see you in four hours.” Sophia couldn't help but nod. Damien then walked away as the afternoon sun cast long shadows between the capital's luxury high-rises as Damien brought out his phone and started browsing real estate listings on his phone. Anyth
After Damien was done with David and all his attitude he went home preparing for the banquet.The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the driveway as Jessica's car pulled up in front of Damien’s villa. She sat at the back, her expression set in thinly veiled irritation. Her father’s instructions were clear, he told her to pick up Damien for the banquet. She couldn’t refuse, but she certainly didn’t intend to let the opportunity go to waste.She's going to tell him how unless he was.When Damien stepped out of the villa, calm and composed as ever, Jessica's eyes narrowed. He’s always so smug, she thought bitterly as he approached. She rolled down the window slightly.“Hurry up,” she said flatly, her tone laced with annoyance. “I don’t have all day.”however Damien didn’t respond, sliding into the back seat without a word. He fastened his seatbelt, settling in as if her tone hadn’t even registered. The silence was suffocating for her, but Damien didn’t seem bothered in the sli
At that moment Damien stood still, his gaze flickering to David, who was now almost foaming with rage. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, letting David words hang in the air. ‘Should I step in?’he thought briefly. But the idea dissipated as quickly as it came. David's behavior was beyond reason—stepping in would only be a waste of time.“You think you’re better than me, Damien?” David spat, his voice cutting through the hallway. His disheveled clothes and wild expression made him look like a man clinging to the last shreds of his pride. “Walking around here like you belong! Guards, grab him! I’m telling you, he’s sneaking out without paying! Look at him— does he look like someone who has the money to eat here!”Damien remained silent, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with David frenzy. He could see the guards glancing at him now, hesitation flickering in their eyes. At that moment One of the guards, the lead, stepped forward, his grip on David loosening slightly as he addressed Da
Arriving at the restaurant, he was quickly escorted to a secluded room at the back. The manager was already waiting, a small wooden box sitting on the table in front of him. As Damien entered, the manager stood and bowed slightly, his demeanor respectful but professional.“Mr. Damien, thank you for coming on such short notice,” the manager said. “We believe this herb matches your description.”Immediately Damien nodded and sat down, his eyes locking on the box. “Let’s see it.”Hearing what Damien just said.The manager carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate plant wrapped in protective material. Its slender leaves and faintly glowing stems bore a striking resemblance to the herb Damien had described.At that moment Damien leaned forward, inspecting it closely. His sharp gaze picked up on the subtle differences almost immediately. The color was slightly off, and the scent, while similar, lacked the distinct sharpness he knew the correct herb would have.Immediately he let ou
At that moment his tone carried a mixture of surprise and approval. “I didn’t expect this level of luxury, Damien.”Deborah, however, wore a tight-lipped expression, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the villa. “Where did he get the money for this?” she muttered under her breath, her tone sharp with suspicion.Immediately Jessica crossed her arms, her jaw clenched. “I have a pretty good idea,” she said bitterly, glaring at the villa like it was a personal insult.At that moment Damien stepped out of the house, his demeanor calm as he approached them. “Uncle Bernard,” he greeted politely, extending his hand. “Thank you for visiting.”“Damien, this is… remarkable,” Jessica's father said, shaking his hand firmly. “I’m glad to see you’ve settled into such a fine place.”Damien nodded slightly. “I wanted a space that reflected my needs. I appreciate your concern.”As Uncle Bernard began exploring the villa, his admiration grew with each step, However Jessica and her mother exchanged
The grand gates of Damien Newly purchased Villa creaked open as he stepped out of his taxi, trying to settle into his new home, and to forget the chaos he’d left behind at Jessica home. Walking inside, he ran his hand along the smooth banister of the staircase, appreciating the sense of peace the space provided. “This is a fresh start,” he said to himself. “No more distractions, or unnecessary insults.” He spent the next hours settling in, unpacking essentials and familiarizing himself with the villa's layout. The silence was soothing, but it didn’t last long. A knock at the door broke through the calm. At that moment Damien straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he approached the door. When he opened it, Bradley stood there, his posture respectful but his expression was serious. “Mr Damien.” Bradley said, bowing slightly. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” “Come in,” Damien said simply, without being told he could tell something was wrong, it's written all over
The room was quiet as agents tapped away on keyboards or spoke softly into headsets. Rebecca had just started reviewing her notes when the front door swung open with force. All eyes turned as the agent who had taken over Damien’s case rushed in, her energy lighting up the previously subdued atmosphere. “I did it!” she exclaimed, clutching a folder tightly. Her voice rang with excitement as she stopped in the middle of the room. “The villa deal is done—paid in full!” Hearing what she just said. The room fell silent for a brief second, the weight of her words settling. Then the sales center erupted into applause and murmurs of congratulations. “No way!” one agent called out from the back. “Full payment? That’s insane!” Another agent stood, clapping enthusiastically. “That’s huge! Congratulations!” One of the agents, caught mid-email, froze. Her brows furrowed as she slowly stood, her gaze locking on the triumphant agent. “Wait,” she said carefully. “You
As the door swung open, Rebecca greeted Damien with her practiced, professional smile. “Good morning, Mr. Damien,” she said warmly, extending her hand. “I’m Rebecca, and I’ll be showing you the property today. I’ve prepared everything to ensure we cover all the details.” Immediately Damien returned the handshake with a polite nod. “Good morning. I appreciate you arranging this on short notice.” Rebecca's smile remained steady. “It’s my pleasure. If the villa aligns with what you’re looking for, I’m confident you’ll be impressed.” Behind her, Victoria, initially curious, froze when she saw Damien. Immediately her eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, she was too stunned to speak. ‘Damien? How is he here? Didn’t Bradley deal with him? Jessica hasn’t said a word about him returning home.’ Recovering quickly, her expression hardened into one of disdain. As they began walking toward the presentation area, Victoria moved to walk beside Rebecca, her tone sharp a
“Hello, Sophia,” he said, his tone polite but guarded. “Dr.Damien,” Sophia began, her voice carrying a hint of warmth mixed with unease. “I hope I’m not disturbing you, but... I wanted to invite you to a banquet we’re hosting tonight. It’s to celebrate my grandfather’s successful recovery.” Hearing what Sophia just said. Damien’s jaw tightened slightly. The idea of mingling at a formal event wasn’t appealing in the slightest, especially after the drama he’d endured recently. He didn't want to be around crowds for now, but focused on getting his house. Sophia paused, still waiting for Damien's response, and Damien could hear her take a quiet breath before continuing. “I understand. You’re busy. But there’s something about this banquet you might find interesting.” “What’s that?” Damien asked, his curiosity piqued despite himself not wanting to go. “There’s a guest coming tonight,” she said carefully. “An herbalist. He’s well-known for his rare collection and deep connecti
Upon hearing what Winston's father just said.Bradley's expression remained cold and unyielding, his piercing gaze fixed on Winston and his father. Their veiled threats didn’t faze him; if anything, they seemed to amuse him. At that moment he straightened his posture, his tone commanding and final.“This conversation is over,” Bradley said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Leave. Now.”Hearing what Bradley just said.Winston's father stiffened, his jaw tightening at the blatant dismissal. “You’re making a mistake, Bradley,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You think you can treat me like this and walk away unscathed?”However Bradley didn't flinch. Instead, he took a step closer, his presence radiating authority. “I don’t think so,” he said coldly. “And I’m done wasting my time on you. Take your son and leave.”Immediately the room fell into an oppressive silence. Winston shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his father for guidance. His earlier bravado ha