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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Sixteen
At that moment Damien turned back to face London, his patience visibly fraying. He kept his expression calm, but the sharpness in his eyes was unmistakable. “London,”Damien said, his voice steady but cold, “you’re really starting to test my patience. I’m telling you now—stop pushing, or you’ll regret it.”At that moment London smirked, leaning back in his chair with feigned confidence, though there was a flicker of unease in his posture. He tapped his fingers on the table, clearly trying to provoke Damien further.“Regret it? Is that supposed to be a threat?” he sneered. “Because honestly, I don’t see how someone like you could possibly make me regret anything.”Damien didn’t respond. He had already said enough. With a measured sigh, he turned around ready to walk away and end the pointless conversation. But just as he was about to leave, a loud crash echoed through the room.Spinning back around, Damien saw London standing beside the remains of an antique vase, shards of porcelain
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventeen
At that moment Damien folded his arms, his jaw tightening as he fixed his unyielding gaze on the manager and London. “How sure are you,” he said evenly, his tone laced with quiet authority, “that I was the one who destroyed the artifact? Are you relying solely on his word?” He gestured toward London without breaking eye contact with the manager.Immediately the manager's face hardened, and he puffed up his chest as though trying to assert his authority. “Mr. London is a valued VIP cardholder in this establishment. He has no reason to lie,” the manager snapped. “You are clearly the one who caused this mess, and I suggest you stop playing games and pay immediately before this escalates further.”Damien raised an eyebrow, his calm exterior a sharp contrast to the heated accusations being hurled at him. His thoughts churned, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He could feel the weight of the trap tightening around him, but he refused to let them see him falter. This was no
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighteen
Damien crossed his arms, his expression unwavering as he stared down London’s smug facade. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to cut through. London’s arrogance was grating, but Damien had no intention of caving in to his demands or his schemes.“Think about it,” London sneered, leaning forward with a condescending grin. “I’m giving you an easy way out here, Damien. Just pay for the damn artifact, and this whole mess goes away. You’re lucky I’m even giving you this opportunity.”Damien chuckled, the sound dry and humorless. “Think about it?” he repeated mockingly, shaking his head. “There’s nothing to think about, London. I’m not paying a single dime for something I didn’t break. End of discussion.”Immediately London’s grin faltered for a moment before his arrogance returned in full force. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded, his voice laced with disdain. “You’re acting like you’re untouchable, like you’re above all this. Let me remind you, Damien, you’re sta
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Nineteen
Damien had just stepped into the lobby, his steps steady and deliberate, his mind already focused on leaving the suffocating atmosphere behind. He gripped the jar of herbs tightly, a reminder of why he wouldn’t let himself be dragged into London’s game.Suddenly, the door to the VIP room swung open behind him with a loud thud, drawing the attention of patrons scattered across the lobby. London stormed out, his face twisted with irritation, flanked by the restaurant manager and several security guards. Their hurried steps echoed off the polished, and before Damien could fully process the commotion, London’s sharp voice rang out.“Stop that man!” London barked, pointing at Damien like an emperor issuing an order. “Don’t let him leave!”The security guards moved swiftly, forming a line that blocked Damien’s path. Their expressions were professional but firm, and it was clear they had no intention of letting him go. Immediately Damien halted, standing tall and calm, though the tensio
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty
At that moment the sound of glass shattering against the floor sent a sharp pang through Damien’s chest. He stood frozen, staring at the broken jar, its fragments scattered across the polished floor. The rare herbs, the ones he had gone through so much trouble to obtain from Serenity, lay wasted in a mess of crushed powder and delicate leaves. His jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists.At that moment Shock coursed through him—how could he have let this happen? After everything, after dodging every trap set for him, after handling the jar with such precision during the fight, he had failed to protect the one thing that mattered at this moment. Immediately His heart pounded with frustration.Then, as his gaze lifted, his fury only deepened. Standing in front of him, unmoving, with a smug satisfaction barely concealed in his eyes, was Winston . At that moment Damien’s breath hitched for a second before realization set in like a blade sinking into his gut.It wasn’t a mistake.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty One
At that moment seeing Damien not obeying his words.Winston’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by something colder—something darker. His jaw tensed as he took a step closer, the air between them crackling with tension.“Seems like you've gotten too full of yourself, Damien,”he sneered. “You think you can just walk around like you own the place? You think you can get away with bumping into me and not face the consequences?”Then Damien's glare remained steady, his expression void of fear. “I owe you nothing,” he said firmly. “If anything, you’re the one who should be apologizing—for deliberately destroying what was mine.” His voice was calm, but beneath that calm was a storm waiting to be unleashed.Winston let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You really don't get it, do you?” He scoffed. “You think just because you handled a few low-level security guards, you’re invincible?” His eyes darkened as he stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a more menacing tone. “I’m not like
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Two
At that moment Damien’s fingers twitched at his sides, his entire body stiffening as he processed what had just happened. His last hope—completely ruined. Water and that particular herb were incompatible, meaning London hadn’t just tampered with it. He had destroyed it beyond recovery.Then a dangerous silence fell over the room, a heavy contrast to the chaos from moments before.Then, in a single motion, Damien surged forward, gripping London’s shirt with an iron-clad hold. His fingers curled into the expensive fabric, twisting it so tight that the fabric wrinkled under his grasp.However London’s smirk barely faltered. “Oh?” He feigned surprise, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him.“You—” Damien’s voice was low, controlled, but beneath it lay a fury that was ready to explode. His teeth clenched as he yanked London closer, so close their faces were mere inches apart. “You’re going to pay for this.”Immediately London lifted his hands in mock surrender, his smirk widening
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Three
At that moment Serenity's gaze flickered downward, her sharp eyes scanning the shattered remains of the herb scattered across the floor. The moment recognition set in, her entire expression darkened.Immediately She lifted her head slowly, her piercing gaze locking onto Damien.Then more heavy silence fell over the room, suffocating, thick with tension.Winston, sensing the perfect moment, nodded eagerly. “Yes, War Goddess. He broke it. And instead of taking responsibility, he’s making a scene.”Serenity’s lips pressed into a thin line. Then, without warning, she turned to Damien.“What the hell did you do?!”Her voice lashed through the air like a whip, sharp and commanding. The weight of her authority crashed down on the room, forcing even the bystanders to tense up.Damien, who had been bracing himself for this exact moment, barely flinched. His shoulders remained relaxed, his expression unreadable.London smirked, his arms crossed, enjoying the scene. Winston, standing tall besi
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Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy One
His fingers grazed the edge of a tool inside the briefcase, and he glanced at her one last time.“Then we’ll force the truth out of you. And by the time we’re done… you won’t even know what hit you.”At that moment the man opened the lower compartment of the metal briefcase and lifted out a small steel object—something that looked like a miniature armor casing. The sharp metallic gleam bounced off the dim light above, and for a moment, Sophia couldn’t even breathe.She watched in horror as he unsnapped the second layer. Inside, a thin row of glinting needles lay in order—longer than average, yet delicate enough to sink beneath the skin without leaving an immediate trace. He picked one, held it between his fingers, and ran it gently across his thumb as if testing its sharpness.Sophia flinched hard against the chair, but the ropes on her wrists only dug deeper into her skin. Her ankles burned with pressure. Her entire body shook, helpless and bound. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
At that moment Sophia's throat felt dry, her lips trembling with fear, anger, and helplessness. She couldn’t even blink without tears threatening to fall. Her thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.‘If I say anything... if I mention Damien…’Her heart clenched painfully. ‘Everything I’ve been planning, all the little steps I’ve taken to get close to him—just to be the woman standing beside him—will never work out. If I ever betray him like this… even once… it's over.’At that moment she bit her lip hard.‘Damien will never look at me the same way. He'll never trust me. He’ll never forgive me. And if he doesn’t trust me, how am I supposed to mean anything to him?’Her gaze dropped to the cold concrete floor, then slowly back to the man still staring at her with lifeless eyes. He was waiting. Pressuring. Ready to pounce if she spoke the wrong word.Her mind kept racing. Even if I stay quiet… even if Damien does show up… this isn’t just street-level thugs anym
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Nine
Hearing what the man just said Sophia’s entire body froze.Her breath caught halfway in her throat as her eyes darted across the room. Her lips quivered, the cold ropes digging into her skin as her wrists trembled against the wooden chair. Fear seeped into her bones like ice water—she didn’t know what they wanted, or why this was happening.The man stood before her, shadowed under the flickering warehouse light. His expression didn’t change. Just cold eyes. Cold lips. Cold silence.Then came the voice—low and sharp like a knife slicing through paper.“You know London, right?”Upon hearing the name, immediately her heart slammed against her chest.Sophia’s head jolted up. “London?” she repeated, her voice a whisper of disbelief.Then, suddenly—everything clicked.Her voice turned sharp, but shaky. “So… London is behind all this?” she asked, blinking fast. “What is going on? What did I do to him? I told him—I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him! I made it clear!”She was brea
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Eight
At that moment the cold air clung to Sophia’s skin, biting at her like invisible thorns. The rough ropes cut into her wrists, but she barely noticed.Because now, the realization hit her, She was in a warehouse.Then her lips parted, dry, trembling as her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light above. Her head ached, her body stiff, but her instinct screamed louder than the pain. She was in danger.At that moment She turned her head slowly, carefully, scanning the space around her, and then—her eyes landed on him.A figure. Seated across the room. His posture relaxed, but everything about him screamed threat. One leg crossed casually over the other, his hands resting on the armrest of the chair like a king surveying his prisoner.His gaze was locked on her.It was Cold, Piercing, Deadly.At that moment Sophia froze.Her breath caught in her throat as her vision gradually sharpened, the fog in her eyes slowly lifting… inch by inch… until the man’s face came into focus.And
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Seven
Seeing what just happened.“Master George!” Serenity cried, rushing to her grandfather’s side. “Please check him! Something’s wrong!”Master George, who had been frozen in place from everything that had just transpired, jolted back to awareness. He quickly moved over, his face pale with urgency as he knelt beside the old man.“Step aside,” he muttered, pulling out a small diagnostic kit from his bag as he began checking the old man’s pulse. His fingers pressed gently against the wrinkled skin at the wrist, then to the side of the neck. His brows furrowed.Serenity hovered beside them, wringing her hands anxiously. “Is he alright? Is he okay? What’s happening? Why did he collapse like that?!”Master George looked up after a moment and let out a slow breath. “He didn’t faint,” he said carefully. “His vitals are normal. He’s just… he’s just in shock, Serenity. The kind of emotional shock that drains the body completely. He needs to rest.”Serenity blinked in disbelief. “Shock?” she whis
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Six
Upon hearing what Serenity grandfather just said, Damien nodded and immediately Serenity grandfather weak cheek raised almost covering his eyes.Serenity’s grandfather was still grinning, a youthful spark in his eyes, when he turned toward his granddaughter. “Serenity,” he said with pride, “is this is your husband? Your betrothed?”His voice echoed with warmth, but there was also command in it—the tone of a man used to being obeyed. “And tell me why is he standing like a guest? What kind of wife doesn’t offer her husband a seat? Do you know who he is?”At that moment Serenity’s breath caught. She didn’t dare lift her gaze toward Damien.Her grandfather chuckled softly. “Ah, you think because you’re a war goddess, everything must bow to your military shoes, eh? But when it comes to your husband, you’re still to be an house-wife. Show him some respect. Go on, do what’s needed.”Still Serenity stood frozen, cheeks burning. Her heart pounded. Not from embarrassment, but from guilt. Shame
chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Five
The room was still, the air thick with tension.Then all eyes were on Serenity’s grandfather as the black veins that once crawled like twisted roots across his skin began to fade. One by one, the dark spots on his chest and neck lost their color, retreating beneath the skin as though scared away by something stronger.However Damien didn’t flinch. His eyes flicked toward the wall clock—60 seconds.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and began removing the acupuncture needles. His movements were swift but precise, each needle sliding out with a near-silent whisk.Master George held his breath the entire time, his fists clenched. He was watching something he knew only existed in ancient medical scripts—techniques thought to be lost to time.As Damien collected the final needle, he reached for the bowl containing the king of herb mixture.“Open his mouth,” Damien said calmly.Serenity stepped forward without saying a word, her hands trembling slightly as she gently pried her grandfath
