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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Five
Winston stood in the opulent private room of a high-end club, his head slightly bowed, his usually arrogant demeanor replaced by a rare air of submission. Across from him sat Sam's father, a burly, stern-faced man with a powerful presence that could silence a room with a glance. His thick arms rested on the armrests of the leather chair, his fingers tapping in an unhurried rhythm as he listened to Winston's explanation.“ Sir I deeply regret what happened to Sam,” Winston said, his tone carefully measured. “It was a grave oversight on my part, and I take full responsibility. But I must emphasize, sir, that this entire situation was caused by one man—Damien.”At that moment the tapping of Sam's father’s fingers paused, and his piercing gaze locked onto Winston. “Damien, you say? And you’re telling me that Damien had the audacity to harm my son?”“Yes,” Winston replied quickly, seizing the moment to redirect blame. “ He knew full well Sam was your son, I told him but he acted with no
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Six
The call came late in the evening, disrupting the tranquil silence in Damein’s villa. Jessica’s trembling voice crackled through the speaker, her words choked with fear. “Damien… they’ve taken me. Please… help.” She sounded panicked, and while Damien didn't harbor any fondness for Jessica, he recognized the weight her father’s influence carried and the complications that could arise if he ignored her plight.Damiens jaw tightened as the call ended before he could even say something. He wasn’t a fan of playing the hero for someone who had treated him poorly, but leaving her in danger wasn’t an option. His thoughts were pragmatic. Something tells him it was some of Jessica's tricks , however the event of what happened the other day played in her mind, without being told he could tell sam guy might want his revenge on Jessica for what happened to him.However Damien never wanted to go but for some reason he couldn't shake off the feelings.“This isn’t about her. It’s about resolving
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Seven
At that moment Barrett came out from the inner room and walked towards Jessica.The tension in the air was palpable as Damien was still standing looking confident,, his calm yet intimidating presence sending a ripple of unease through Sam's father's men. The hulking figure of Sam's father stood at the center, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Damien. Jessica lay slumped in a chair, unconscious, her face pale and smeared with grime.“Release her,”Damien demanded again, his voice cold and cutting. His eyes locked onto Sam's father, unwavering and unyielding.Hearing what Damien just said Sam's father chuckled darkly, leaning back against a table. “You must be out of your mind if you think you can come in here, make demands, and walk out alive. She's not going anywhere.”Her what he just said Damien’s gaze didn’t waver, his tone dropping an octave. “This is your last chance. Let her go.”At that moment The smirk on Sam's father's face vanished as he straightened, his d
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Eight
After leaving the scene.Not long after his phone buzzed on the dashboard, the screen lit up with Uncle Bernard's name. He hesitated for a moment, already anticipating the barrage of questions that would be thrown at him, but then he answered, holding the phone to his ear.“Damien,” Jessica's father's voice roared through the speaker, his anger palpable. “What have you done? My daughter was kidnapped because of you!”Upon hearing what uncle Bernard just said Damien tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his expression hardening, he thought he was going to ask her the whereabouts of Jessica not accusing him for something he knew nothing about.However he didn't have enough strength to exchange words with Uncle Bernard due to the respect he has for him. “She’s safe,” he replied calmly, his tone firm but not defensive. “I just got her out and made sure she’s unharmed. She’s on her way home.”“You call that an explanation?”Hearing what Damien just said Uncle Bernard shot back. “T
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Seventy Nine
The house was unusually quiet when Jessica finally woke up, her head still throbbing from the stress and exhaustion of what just went through. She blinked at the soft light filtering through the curtains and slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings. Her mother was seated across the room, her arms crossed and her expression set in a grim line. Jessica’s father stood by the window, his back turned as he gazed out into the garden.“Where’s Damien?” Jessica asked weakly, her voice breaking the silence.Her mother immediately stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “He’s gone,” she said curtly, not even bothering to look at her daughter. “And he’s not coming back.”Upon hearing what her mother just said Jessica frowned, her confusion clear. “What do you mean, he’s gone? He just saved me. Twice, actually. How can you just—”“Enough!” her father interrupted, spinning around from the window. His voice was sharp, filled with a mixture of anger and frustration. “Do you realize the trou
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty
Sert sat at her polished mahogany desk, her hands folded tightly, betraying the tension she was trying to mask. Across from her stood Phantom, the man sent by headquarters—a figure cloaked in an aura of precision and authority. His reputation preceded him: a relentless operative who only took on missions that bordered on impossible. He was a man whose successes had been etched into legion history, and even Serenity, known as the War Goddess, found herself treading carefully in his presence.However, Phantom didn’t sit. Instead, he remained standing, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the room. His dark tactical suit, devoid of insignias, was immaculate, and his piercing eyes scrutinized every corner of the office as though assessing the worth of its occupant.“Commander Serenity,” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to command attention. He used her formal title, a subtle reminder of the chain of command. “Headquarters has briefed me on your team's progress—or lack the
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty One
“Who does he think he is?”she muttered under her breath, her irritation palpable. To her, Damien's boldness was laughable. A mere village doctor, daring to oppose a family as influential and dangerous as theirs? It was absurd. “He doesn’t even understand the weight of the situation he would find himself in, if he tries any nonsense.”she said, shaking her head with disdain.Serenity leaned back in her chair, dismissing the call as nothing more than an act of desperation. “If he thinks this kind of behavior will scare anyone, he’s delusional,” she thought, her lips curving into a smirk.Rising from her seat, she grabbed her jacket and prepared to leave the office. The call had barely registered as more than an annoyance, a distraction from her real priorities. As she walked toward the door, her mind shifted back to the mission at hand. Damien’s warning was nothing but noise to her.**The dimly lit restaurant exudes sophistication, with its polished wood floors, crystal chandeliers
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Two
At that moment the air in the restaurant grew tense as the manager, a composed middle-aged man with an air of professionalism, hurried over to defuse the situation. He offered Megan a polite smile, his tone measured and calm.“Miss, I apologize for the inconvenience,”he began, gesturing toward the staff cleaning the spilled wine. “Let’s resolve this matter quickly to ensure everyone can enjoy their meals.”At that moment Megan seized the opportunity, her voice dripping with exaggerated indignation. “Finally, someone who understands! This man,”she said, pointing accusingly at Megan, “tripped me and ruined my evening. That wine bottle wasn’t just expensive; it was irreplaceable. He needs to compensate me immediately!”Immediately The manager turned to Damien, his face neutral but expectant. Damien remained calm, his expression unreadable. Instead of addressing Megan’s accusations, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, elegant gold card Sophia had given to him, saying it's
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At that moment Winston’s eyes flashed as he squared his shoulders, trying to bury the fear trembling through him.“You must be out of your mind,” he spat, voice rising. “Do you know who I am?”However Damien said nothing. His gaze remained steady, unreadable.Winston’s breath came faster. “The work of Serenity, the war goddess you seem to think so highly of… it belongs to my family,” he hissed, jabbing a shaky finger at Damien’s chest. “If anything happens to me, she’ll come for you. All of them will.”He took a shaky step backward, still trying to control the tremble in his legs. “I’ll tell my father,” he threatened. “You don’t even know the kind of power he holds. You think you're something? You’re nothing. Nothing!”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but his expression stayed calm—disturbingly calm.“You shouldn’t make me angry,” Winston growled. “Now get out of my office. Leave!”Damien didn’t move.Then, with terrifying precision, he raised his hands and began moving his fingers
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Eight
Damien’s hand was still faintly humming as he wiped it clean with a handkerchief from his inner pocket. No expression. No hesitation. He turned to the men standing around like statues, frozen in disbelief at Jefferson’s headless body slumped on the ground.“Get rid of him,” Damien said coldly, his voice like cracking ice. “And bring me Megan and her mother.”At that moment the air thickened with tension.“I want them punished,” he added, calmly. “Severely.”He didn’t raise his voice, but every man in the room felt the weight of his words.‘They tried to defy me… tried to use something sacred to hurt me. That won’t happen again.’“She knew how much my mother meant to me,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched, fists tight. “And that’s what they chose to defile.”He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t need one. The order had been given.Without looking back, Damien turned and exited the room, his coat swaying behind him like a shadow.The streetlight outside flickered against th
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Seven
London’s eyes narrowed as he just one stepped closer to Damien, each step echoing his fury. but he was still far away from him, His voice dropped, but the venom in it struck deep.“That’s what you get, Damien,” he said through clenched teeth. “For not listening. For defying me. For pretending like you didn’t hear the warnings.”He pointed to the grave again. “This will be your punishment. First your mother’s memory, then your breath.”Again Damien stood still. His fists clenched at his sides. His face showed no fear, no panic—just calm. Stillness. Something unreadable behind his eyes.However London didn’t care.“You hear me?” he barked. “You don’t deserve to speak! You don’t deserve to stand there like you’re still alive! You don't get to say anything—”At that moment he turned swiftly to the group of men holding sledgehammers.“Smash it!” he barked. “Level the grave—destroy every damn—”He never finished.A sharp gust of wind passed.Then silence, no sound of a struggle, No warning.
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Six
At that moment Damien’s jaw tightened. The moment Sophia's words landed, something inside him snapped—but not in the way anyone else might have seen. His fists didn’t clench, and he didn’t raise his voice. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, the air between them slowly growing heavier.He turned his face slightly, hiding the sting in his eyes beneath his lashes.Serenity knows now? The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil beneath his calm facade. She, of all people, didn’t deserve to know. She’d paraded herself like royalty, thrown orders like blades—and now she would look at him like some divine token, not a man. Not Damien.He exhaled slowly, forcing control over the chaos swirling inside.“Alright,” he said at last, his voice low, composed. “If that’s what happened, then... it’s done.”Immediately Sophia blinked in disbelief. “You’re not angry?”“I’m angry,” Damien replied, lips twitching into something between a smirk “Just not at you.”She looked away, gu
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Five
At that moment Winston exhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “Which is something I don’t want, London. All our groundwork—it can’t go to waste because of a moment of anger.”London’s jaw twitched. He stepped away from the call table, his voice tightening. “I didn’t call you to be lectured, Winston. I called you because we were supposed to do this together. But since you suddenly want to play careful and wait for Megan like some obedient dog, that’s your choice.”Winston’s brows furrowed, but London didn’t give him space to respond.“You’re banking on what Meghan can pull off. That’s your leverage. You wait for that. But I’m not. I’m not playing slow chess anymore.”His tone turned cold. “Wait for my good news.”And with that, he ended the call.London stood in silence for a moment, the rage inside him bubbling just beneath the surface. He tossed the phone onto the glass table with a loud clack, his eyes narrowing.“This boy…” he muttered through clenched teeth. “Damien has bitten off m
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Four
Outside, the cool evening breeze brushed softly against Jessica’s cheeks, but her insides were tangled in heat and guilt. She stood a few feet behind Damien, her fingers twisting nervously. For a long moment, she couldn’t find the words.“Damien…” Her voice was low.He turned slightly, calm as ever, his expression unreadable.At that moment Jessica took a deep breath. “I know… I know you must’ve heard everything inside. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I know my mom… she must have insulted you, maybe worse. And I just… I just don’t get it anymore.”However Damien didn’t speak. He simply watched her, letting her get it all out.“She keeps instigating things, pushing buttons that shouldn’t even be touched,” Jessica continued, her voice growing tighter. “And half the time, she doesn’t even care whether it’s true or not. She just… picks a side and starts attacking.”Her eyes searched his face. “And you—you’ve never raised your voice. You’ve never fought back. I just… I feel
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Three
Hearing what Jessica just said Victoria’s mouth opened, but Jessica cut her off again.“The quicker all of you start seeing that, the better. Damien’s not the enemy here. And I won’t stand here and let anyone keep trying to paint him as something he’s not.”Again Victoria swallowed her words, stunned at Jessica’s shift in tone.However Jessica stood her ground, her tone sharp but calm. “You all need to stop this. All of this—blaming, assuming, throwing words without facts—it doesn’t make sense anymore.”Her words hung in the room, but it didn’t take long for the tension to snap.Deborah shot up from her seat like she had been waiting for the right moment to explode. “Jessica, shut up already! You don’t know what you’re saying, do you?” Her voice was sharp and cold, laced with bitter frustration. “You’re defending someone who’s dragging us into a mess we may never get out of!”Immediately Jessica’s brows knitted in disbelief, but Deborah didn’t stop.“You think this is just some misund
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Two
At that moment the tension in the room had grown so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Nobody dared speak first, but it was clear the silence wouldn’t last.“They can’t say it,” Damien muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on them. “They can’t tell me to go kneel and beg. Even though that’s exactly what they want.”Then slowly, without a word, he rose from the chair again.“If not because of Uncle Bernard,” his voice was calm, but heavy with restrained fury, “if not because of the respect I have for you… I swear, I wouldn’t have come here to sit and let your wife throw insults at me like I’m worth nothing.”His voice cracked like a whip through the silence. “But this is too much. I won’t sit here and allow Jessica—your wife—disgrace me and my family like this. I’m not taking it anymore. This is the last time.”Immediately across from him, Jessica stood too. The sharp scrape of her chair against the floor was just as loud as her rising voice.“Oh, now look at him—he’s standing
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty One
Deborah was still fuming, her voice rising with each word. “So this is what it’s all about, right? You still have grudges. All this while, pretending like you moved on, but deep down, you’ve been waiting—waiting to destroy everything Bernard built just because we took the company back!”Then her eyes narrowed, her lips curled with contempt. “Who would have thought? All that quietness was just a mask. You planned this, didn’t you? Standing there acting innocent, like you don’t know anything.”However Damien didn’t flinch. His expression remained unreadable, but his hands slowly curled into fists by his sides.Uncle Bernard cleared his throat, stepping in between them. “That’s exactly why I called him here,” he said firmly, trying to maintain some level of control. “I needed to hear it directly from him.”Before he could say more, Deborah spun on him. “Why are you even talking to him like that?” she spat. “As if he’s untouchable. As if we should bow every time he speaks!”“Enough, Debor
