Upon hearing what Serenity just said.Damien stared at his phone, his brow furrowed in disbelief. He couldn't believe the level of narcissism Serenity had just displayed. It was as if she expected the world to revolve around her, and he found himself growing more and more irritated with each passing second.“Unbelievable,” Damien muttered, shaking his head. “How can someone be so full of themselves?”With a sigh of exasperation, Damien pressed the end call button, cutting off Serenity mid-sentence. Meanwhile, Serenity was left staring at her phone in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.“Did he just... hang up on me?” she whispered, her voice trembling with angerimmediately She clenched her fists, her body shaking with rage. “How dare he?”she seethed, her eyes blazing with fury.“I am the War Goddess! No one hangs up on me!”However Just as serenity was about to redial Damien number and give him a piece of her mind, her communicator beeped with an incoming message. She snatche
At that moment upon hearing Young Master Landon bid some of the bidder withdrawal, they know they can't match such power.Landon couldn't help but raise his shoulder.However, somebody sounded.“Eleven million,” a pharmaceutical representative called out again.Upon hearing someone else is challenging Him young Master Landon barely suppressed an eye roll, and he decided to increase his bid. “Fourteen million.” He adjusted his Patek Philippe watch, deliberately letting others see the casual motion telling them to back down.However some of them were still ready to push for it, not giving up just yet.“sixteen!” Another voice cracked with desperation.“twenty,” Landon sighed theatrically, examining his reflection in his platinum card case.At that moment Several bidders slumped in their seats, defeat written across their faces.Landon couldn't help but smile, he thought he had won and was about standing up.“Twenty five million.”The quiet voice cut through the room like a blade.
Upon hearing what Serenity just said, Damien’s eyes widened in disbelief as he listened to the shocking news. He shook his head vigorously, his brow furrowed in concentration. “That can't be right,” he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with confusion and doubt. “I diagnosed Serenity grandfather myself. The poison was incredibly rare and difficult to treat. Even I struggled to find the herbs needed for the cure.”At that moment he leaned back in his seat, stroking his chin thoughtfully. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to make sense of the situation. Despite his initial skepticism, a glimmer of hope flickered in his chest. “In a world filled with endless possibilities, miracles were not entirely out of the question. it can happen.”immediately Damien sat up straight, a newfound sense of determination washing over him. He turned to the driver, his voice urgent and clear. “We must hurry,” he said, his eyes locked on the road ahead. “If there's even a chance that Ser
The criminals lay on the ground, their bodies battered and bruised from the fight with Serenity. Despite their defeat, their eyes glinted with a feral intensity, a madness born of desperation and hatred. They glared at Serenity, their lips curling into snarls of defiance.“You think you've won, War Goddess?”One of them spat, his voice dripping with venom. “We'll never let you take us alive.”However Serenity was still waiting for Damien's response but his eyes were on the thug.He had seen that look before, the look of men who had nothing left to lose. They were like cornered animals, ready to lash out with everything they had.He then glanced at Serenity, expecting to see her readying herself for another fight. But to his surprise, she remained unconcerned, her posture relaxed and her guard down. It was as if she didn't even register the threat the criminals posed.However before Damien could say anything, the air crackled with an eerie energy as the criminals began to move in u
War Goddess Serenity collapsed on the floor. Her face, usually mask-like in its perfection, contorted in agony. Each breath came shorter than the last, her chest barely rising.Although Serenity's attitude towards him was bad, he couldn't let her die.At that moment Damien walked closer to her.his fingers found her pulse - threadlike, irregular, fading. The poison had reached her heart meridian, corrupting her life force with each weakening beat.“Internal... burning has begun..” Damien whispered, his fingers clawing at her chest. Her perfectly maintained appearance crumbled as pain ravaged her features. Each breath came as a desperate wheeze, her chest barely moving.Damien fingers then moved to her wrist - the pulse fluttering like a dying bird's wings beneath his touch. His eyes narrowed at the blue tinge creeping across her skin. “the Poison has reached the heart's meridian.”Without wasting anymore time Damien knows he has to be quick.He brought out a box of Silver needles f
Serenity eyelids fluttered open, her vision gradually coming into focus. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her surroundings. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was lying on the sofa in the villa, with Elvis and her assistant by her side.“What's going on?”Serenity asked, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.Elvis leaned in closer, with a relieved smile on his face.“You're awake,”he said softly. “How are you feeling?”Serenity furrowed her brow, trying to remember what had happened. “I'm not sure,”she admitted.“What happened to me?”At that moment her assistant stepped forward, her expression a mix of concern and relief.“We found you unconscious outside, and we brought you inside. Not long after Doctor Elvis came,”she explained.“He spent the last half an hour stabilizing your vital signs and bringing you back.”Upon hearing what her assistant just said, Serenity eyes widened as the memories came rushing back. The criminals, the strange
Upon hearing Sophia words on the phone.immediately Jessica leaned closer, her sharp gaze narrowing. Her lips curled into a sneer. “Really? This is what you’re going with?” She turned to her mother, her voice dripping with mockery. “An actress. He went and hired someone to play along. Isn’t that stupid?”Her mother crossed her arms tightly, her face twisting with anger. “You have some nerve,” she spat, directing her fury at Sophia through the phone. “How dare you conspire with him in this charade? Do you think we’re fools?”However Sophia's calm voice broke through the storm of accusations. “I don’t know what this is about, but I assure you—”“Don’t bother,” Jessica interrupted, her tone icy. “No one here is falling for this pathetic little stunt. Honestly, Damien, this is low, even for you.”However Damien opened his mouth to respond, but Jessica's mother 's sharp voice cut him off. “Enough! Do you think lies will get you anywhere? You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.”
However Ryan chose his words carefully, dodging his friend’s lingering curiosity. He knew that Damien valued his privacy and wouldn’t appreciate his identity being revealed casually. “It’s better you don’t ask,” Ryan muttered, his tone final.Just as his companion began to reply, a familiar voice broke through the market’s noise. “Ryan!”Jessica appeared, weaving her way toward them with her usual confidence, a bright smile lighting her face. “What a coincidence seeing you here!” she exclaimed, her tone warm.At that moment Ryan's expression immediately cooled, his posture stiffening. “Jessica” he said, his response devoid of enthusiasm.His smile faltered slightly, but he pressed on. “I didn’t expect you at the antique market. Are you looking for something specific?” He hadn’t wanted to come to the market in the first place, knowing full well the tension between Jessica and Damien. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in the middle.“No,” Ryan said curtly. “I was just brough
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