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“Dr. Kyle,” Mr. Oliver's voice cracked as he stepped towards wanting to gripe Dr. Kyle sleeve. “Please, I'll give anything, everything I own – just try whatever you can to save my father.” “There is... one option.” Dr. Kyle weathered hands gripped his medical bag tightly. “A technique from the Ancient Arts. It could preserve his life, but...” “Please,” Mr.Oliver's voice cracked. “Whatever it takes.” Upon hearing what Mr Oliver just said Dr. Kyle's expression grew grave. “The procedure would place him in a sustained coma. He might live, yes, but awakening...” He shook his head slowly. “The chances are uncertain at best.” immediately the room fell silent. Sophia watched her father's shoulders sag under the weight of what Dr. Kyle just said. “Is there no other way, If there's even a chance...” Sophia's father began. Biting her lips, Sophia’s hand slipped into her pocket, her fingers brushing against the card Damien had given her. Damien’s voice echoed in her memory, so certain as he predicted every symptom that had come to pass. “Wait.” She pulled out the crumpled card. “There might be another way to save grandfather's life.” ** Across the city, Damien stood before an elegant villa in the Jade Gardens district, autumn leaves dancing around his feet. After leaving his fiancee’s house, he had decided to visit his late father’s best friend whom he hadn’t seen since he left the city. The carved wooden gates hadn't changed in three years – Uncle Bernard had always valued traditional luxury over modern day trending luxury. He was about approaching the Villa when his phone's buzz interrupted his reminiscence. he brought out his phone from his pocket only to see it was an Unknown number. Out of curiosity he decided to answer the call. “Hello!” “Doctor Damien?” A familiar female voice, tight with desperation sounded. “Everything you said about my grandfather... the symptoms, the timing... you were right about all of it.” “Please, I know we dismissed you, but my grandfather needs your help, since we have your master exclusive card, you have to help us.” Damien at that moment couldn't decline, although they threw away the card, but it was his master that gave it to them, so he can't decline but to help. “Very well then, I'm in the Jade Gardens district, No 15 to be Precise ” “We'll send a car immediately!” The hope in her voice was palpable. “Please, don't leave.” The call ended, and Damien watched another autumn leaf spiral down He’d take the time to pay his late father's friend a visit before the car arrived. He walked closer to the house, his hand barely rising to knock when a sharp voice cut through the air. “Well, well. Look who's crawled back to the capital.” He turned, only to find Jessica standing at the garden gate, her designer handbag dangling from her arm, her perfectly made-up face twisted in a sneer. Three years hadn't softened her edges – if anything, they'd grown sharper. “My father is busy,” she said, clicking across the marble path in her red-soled heels. “But I'm sure I can guess why you're here.” Her lips curved in a cruel smile. “How much did you come to beg for? The rural clinic business is not paying well I guess?” Damien kept his expression neutral, though his hand dropped from the door. “I came to say hello to your father, not seewhat you're thinking.” “Say Hello?” She laughed. “Please. I heard all about your... career choices, it has been three years you last visited, now all of a sudden you came to say hello. Village doctor? Really?” Her eyes raked over his simple robes with disdain. “At least when you lived here, you had some dignity.” Damien however didn't listen to him; he stepped toward the door again, choosing silence over engagement. Suddenly Jessica brought her phone out and raised it like a weapon. “If you dare enter that house.” She said in an angry tone. “One call.” she hissed, perfectly manicured finger hovering over the security contact. “That's all it takes to have you dragged out of here like the beggar you've become.” At that moment the door to the Villa suddenly opened. “Damien?” A warm voice cut through the tension. “Is that really you?” The door opened fully revealing Uncle Bernard with his familiar smile. His hair had grayed considerably over the past three years, but his eyes still held the same kindness Damein remembered from childhood. “Look who's finally decided to come home!” Uncle Bernard stepped out, pulling Damien into a tight embrace. “Why didn't you inform me you were coming?” At that moment Jessica's phone lowered slowly, her triumphant expression crumbling. Immediately Uncle Bernard walked Damien into the house while Jessica followed them angrily. “Dear, come look who's here!” Uncle Bernard called inside. “It's Little Damien!” Aunt Deborah appeared in the doorway, her silk dress rustling as she froze mid-step. Her carefully composed face couldn't quite hide her alarm. “It's been too long. You look so well.” Uncle Bernard eyes carried genuine affection as he studied Damien. Jessica sneer faltered slightly at her father's tone. “How is the clinic?” Uncle Bernard asked, stepping forward. “Your medical studies?” Before Damien could answer, Jessica cut in with a harsh laugh. “Father, why are you bothering with this nobody? He's just some village doctor trying to—” “Jessica!” Her father's sharp tone made her freeze. “Mind your manners. Is this how I raised you to treat guests?” His expression grew serious. “Especially your future husband.” “My what?” Jessica perfectly made-up face went slack with shock. “The engagement I made with Damein father Still stand, he's your to husband.” “Father,” Jessica cut in sharply. “That was years ago. Things are... different now.” “Different?” Aunt Deborah laughed and held a nervous edge. “A rural doctor is hardly a suitable match for our daughter.” At that moment Uncle Bernard's expression hardened. “Suitable?” He looked between his wife and daughter, his shoulders straightening. " “Everything we have – this house, your designer clothes, your overseas education – all of it came from Damein's father's company. The company he entrusted to me.” “If Damien came today to reclaim what's rightfully his,” Uncle Bernard continued, each word deliberate. “I would hand it over without hesitation. Every asset, every shares.” Upon hearing what her father just said Jessica's face was drained of color. Her mother's fingers clutched her silk dress. They exchanged panicked glances, their comfortable world, now suddenly feeling far less secure. “Uncle Bernard,” Damien's voice remained gentle but firm. “The company is in good hands. I came only to see you.” Hearing what Damien just said Relief flickered across Jessica's face, though her mother's suspicious gaze remained fixed on Damien's simple robes. “Then it's settled!” Uncle Bernard's eyes brightened. “Now we can focus on the more important promise – your marriage to Jessica. It's high time we honored your fathers' wishes.” “Absolutely not!” Jessica and her mother spoke in perfect unison. “Father, you can't possibly—” Jessica began but Damien interrupted her. “I must decline as well.” He said quietly. Immediately Uncle Bernard waved away their objections with a familiar stubbornness. “Now, now. You two haven't seen each other in years. I understand the sudden awkwardness.” He nodded to himself. “Six months – that's fair, isn't it? Get to know each other again before making any decisions.” Jessica opened her mouth to protest when the doorbell chimed. She stalked to the door, muttering under her breath, immediately she opened the door and she froze. A Phantom Spirit Ultra stretched along the driveway, its midnight paint gleaming in the afternoon sun. Even Jessica, used to luxury, caught her breath – it was the kind of car that made other luxury vehicles look common. 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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,
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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
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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 -
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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
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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
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“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
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The Brain, recognizing Serenity's subordinate, acknowledged her presence with a curt nod. The subordinate, realizing her mistake, quickly saluted the high-ranking officer. “I apologize, sir,” she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of respect and embarrassment. “I wasn't aware that Damien was here to deliver the herbs you requested.”The Brain's gaze lingered on the subordinate for a moment, his expression unreadable.“It is not your place to question Damien's actions,” he stated, his tone firm but not unkind. “Please leave us and refrain from meddling in his affairs. He is here on official business.”Immediately Serenity subordinate, chastised by the Brain's words, lowered her gaze and nodded.“Yes, sir. I understand.” With a final salute, she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing through the hallway.As she retreated, the subordinate's mind raced with disappointment and self-doubt. “I can't believe I was so wrong about Damien,” she thought, her brow furrowed in frustr
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At that moment London slammed his fist on the table, his anger boiling over. “That lucky bastard! He always manages to slip away, doesn't he? Every single time!” The words tumbled out of his mouth, laced with frustration and resentment.Winston held up his hands, trying to calm London down. “Easy there, London. That's not why we're here, remember?” He leaned forward, his voice low and serious. “We're here to figure out how we can join forces and take down our common enemy. You don't want Damien around, and neither do I. We need to work together, side by side, to make sure we bring him down.”London took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions. “You're right, Winston.” He paused for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought.“I've been thinking of something, but I'm not sure if it's going to work.”**Damien's phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the air like a knife. As he glanced at the caller ID, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and intensity. His body tense
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Not long after both London and Winston arrived The location, it was a restaurant.The tension hung thick in the air as London and Winston settled into their seats, their guarded expressions betraying the unease between them. Then they exchanged curt nods, a mere formality masking the reservations they harbored for one another.At that moment London leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “Let's cut to the chase, Winston. We both know we're not here to exchange pleasantries.” His voice was low and direct, leaving no room for small talk.Winston's lips curled into a wry smile.“Agreed. Damien is the reason we're here, so let's not waste time pretending to be friends.”London nodded, his eyes narrowing. “I saw something at the restaurant the other day, between you and Damien. There's something going on there, isn't there?” He studied Whisting's face, searching for any flicker of reaction.Winston's jaw clenched, a subtle indication that London had struck a nerve. “You could s
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At that moment London's heart raced as he faced Mr. Oliver, a mix of determination and unease in his eyes. He spoke in a low, earnest voice, careful not to let his words carry beyond the room.“Mr. Oliver, I need to tell you something, but it has to stay between us. It's about Sophia again.” London paused, gathering his thoughts. “She begged me not to say anything, but after what happened, I can't keep quiet. I'm worried that Damien might be plotting something again, and this time, he could succeed in trapping her.”At that moment Mr. Oliver leaned forward, his brow furrowed with concern. “What do you mean? What's going on?”London took a deep breath, his love for Sophia evident in every word. “I think Damien is up to something, but Sofia doesn't want anyone to know. She's afraid of what he might do. That's why I'm coming to you. I'm begging you, Mr. Oliver, please don't let Sofia find out about this conversation. Whatever you do to protect her, do it quietly. She can't know.”Hear
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At that London told Oliver everything he saw and how he saw it.leaned forward, his eyes dark with intrigue. “Ever since then, I've been keeping a close watch. Something doesn't add up,” he muttered, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair.“That bastard—Damien—was able to get close to Sophia in such a manner. It’s got me thinking—how? How did he manage that? How long has he been worming his way into her life?”Oliver still, seated across from him, crossed her legs, his expression unreadable. But hos fingers, curled tightly around the stem of her glass, betrayed her growing irritation. “Are you saying Sophia is naive enough to fall for someone like him?” he asked, arching a brow.London scoffed. “Not naive, but maybe reckless. And if she isn’t careful, this could be disastrous. Just think about it. Sophia—the first daughter of the Nathaniel family—tangled up with a mere village doctor? A man with no family name, no social standing. What happens if word gets out? What i
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However Oliver still told him it would be difficult to say anything to Sophi especially when it comes to her relationship.Immediately London's face darkened as he leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the edge of the polished table. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. The tension was thick, almost suffocating, but Sophia’s father remained composed, his hands clasped together as if the weight of the conversation pressed against his spine.“You’re telling me,” London’s voice was laced with disbelief, "that you won’t even try to talk to her?" He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “You’re her father, damn it! What do you mean you know your boundaries? This is your daughter, not some stranger!”At that moment Sophia’s father sighed heavily, running a hand down his face. “London, I understand your frustration, but Sophia is an adult. She makes her own decisions, and I can’t dictate her life. I’ve done that enough in the past, and I refuse to do it again.”
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At that moment Winston's grip on his phone tightened as Victoria’s words about her friend echoed in his ears. His jaw clenched, his expression darkening. “That bastard…” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with fury. He could already picture Jessica, standing before her family, blindly defending Damien. It made his blood boil. How could she be so easily manipulated?“He’s got her wrapped around his finger,” Victoria continued, frustration evident in her tone. “And now she’s trying to make everyone believe that he saved her. It’s pathetic.”At that moment Winston exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He wanted to say something, to tell Victoria that things weren’t as simple as they seemed, that he was the one that actually use Jessica but it didn't work.but he held back. His mind raced, trying to figure out how best to navigate this mess without exposing himself, but since Jessica hadn't mentioned his name he took would keep quiet.Victoria, unaware of Winston’s inner turmoil
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Jefferson leaned back against the leather seat, watching his phone with sharp eyes as he processed the information. He could see the gears turning in her mind, the amusement curling at the corner of her lips.“This is perfect,” Megan murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. She tapped a manicured nail against the glass in her hand. "If anyone can rip Damien apart without leaving a trace, it's Winston.”Jefferson smirked. "That’s exactly what I thought when I heard it. Winston hates Demian already. But if we help him out by giving him something to use in any way? He won’t just hate him—he’ll make sure he disappears.”Megan chuckled, crossing her legs as she leaned forward. “And we both know Winston family doesn't forgive. If Damien has crossed paths with Winston, then it’s only a matter of time before his father gets involved too.”At that moment Jefferson nodded, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.“Exactly. And the best part? We don’t even have to do anything. Just a
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Valentina's shoulders were tense, her fingers nervously clutching at the hem of her dress as she listened to Damien. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable, but there was something sharp in his gaze—something that told her he hadn’t entirely forgiven her just yet.At that moment She swallowed hard. “I… I know I was wrong,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I should have just kept quiet. I shouldn’t have—”Damien cut her off with a sigh. “You didn’t just doubt me, Valentina. You attacked me. You called me a fraud, stood by while your family humiliated me, and let Dr. Maxwell run his mouth like he knew better.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You were ready to let me get thrown out, maybe even locked up, all to protect your pride.”At that moment Valentina clenched her jaw, hating the truth in his words. “I didn’t know what else to do. If I admitted what was happening, they would have found out. Everyone would have known. My career, my future…