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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Nine
Uncle Bernard still slumped on the couch, his head heavy in his hands, the weight of his despair almost unbearable. His wife and daughter lingered in the background, their subdued expressions hiding their private relief. Suddenly, a firm knock at the door broke the silence, startling everyone. At that uncle Bernard lifted his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Who could it be at this hour?” he muttered knowing all the guests has left. Jessica glanced at her mother, her unease evident. “Did the guests forget something?” Her mother shook her head. “Unlikely. Everyone’s gone.” The knock came again, steady and deliberate. Unable to ignore it, Uncle Bernard rose to his feet, his legs feeling heavier with each step toward the door. He opened the door, and his breath hitched. Standing there, calm and composed as ever, was Damien. For a moment, uncle Bernard could only stare, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “Damien...” he finally whispered, his voice tinge
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty
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
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty One
“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
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Two
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
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Three
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
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Four
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 understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Five
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 understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Six
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
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Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
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
