Upon hearing Serenity accusations, Damien frowned.
“Your grandfather's condition?” “I wasn't aware he was ill.” War Goddess Serenity's already deadly eyes turned even more deadlier, her composure flickered for just a moment. She studied Damien with razor-sharp intensity, searching for any hint of pretense in his expression. Her hand was still tightened on her customized golden pistol, knuckles whitening beneath her military gloves. “You think I'm lying?” War Goddess Serenity's laugh held a sharp edge. “Very well. Follow me, since you're so determined to see him.” Her military boots clicked against the marble floors as she led Damien up a grand spiral staircase. “Perhaps this will finally end your pathetic pursuit of something you can't have.” Damien didn't say anything. The door to the top floor room opened, and it was turned into a medical suite. Advanced monitoring equipment beeped softly, their screens displaying vital signs in holographic detail. At that moment Damien's breath caught as he approached the bed. The elderly man lay perfectly still, his skin holding a subtle greenish tint that the other doctors had likely dismissed. But Damien recognized it instantly - Seven Stars Spirit Poison, a legendary toxin that hadn't been seen in centuries. “Your Grandfather has been poisoned,” Damien spoke quietly, his trained eyes catching the distinctive pulse patterns at Serenity grandfather's throat. “The Seven Stars variant, complicated by—” “Poisoned?” Serenity cut him off with a sneer. “Our top medical experts found no poison. Yet you waltz in here, claiming to spot in seconds what they couldn't find in months?” She crossed her arms, her medals in her chest clinking. “Let me guess - you just happen to know the cure?” Damien nodded solemnly. “Purple Dawn Herb, Mirror Leaf Fungus, and Star Fall Root. Combined with—” “Enough!!” Serenity's voice cracked like a whip. “You've seen him. He clearly cannot cancel the engagement. Was that not your real purpose here? To confirm he's truly incapacitated?” Damien didn't say anything, if not for his master words he would have walked away. “I'll find the herbs,” Damien stated simply, turning toward the door. “ I need your grandfather to annul our engagement himself, you're not worth my time.” Upon hearing what Damen just said, Serenity eyes Squinted. but she pretended his words didn't get to her. “Still playing the noble healer?” Serenity's words dripped with venom. “First you invent a poison only you know about, now you miraculously know its cure? Your desperation to stay connected to my family grows more pathetic by the minute, and it disgusts me.” At that moment Serenity pointed at the door. “Get out!” Her voice cracked. “Get out and don't you dare return with your lies and false hopes! or I will cut off your arms.” Damien did even turn around as he walked out of the Villa. Serenity's eyes were still filled with rage when her phone rang. Dr.Kyle's name flashed on the screen, making her heart race as she answered the call immediately. “War Goddess Serenity,” His grave voice carried the weight of authority. “I've completed my analysis concerning your grandfather.” Immediately Serenity straightened instinctively. “Please, Doctor, tell me what you've found.” “After extensive laboratory testing and consultation with international experts, we've identified the toxin.” He paused. “It's the Seven Stars Spirit Poison, an ancient poison thought lost to history.” The phone nearly slipped from Serenity's suddenly numb fingers. ‘Seven Stars... exactly what that village doctor had...’ “War Goddess? Are you there?” “Yes,” she whispered, her mind racing. “It's just... someone mentioned this exact poison earlier today...” “Impossible!” Kyle's voice sharpened with interest. “It took our entire research team weeks to identify it. Who could have—” “A nobody,” she cut in quickly, pushing away the unsettling thought. “A village doctor making lucky guesses. It must be a coincidence.” But her voice lacked conviction. “I see.” Dr.kyle's heavy sigh filled the line. “Then I must deliver the harder news. This poison... it's beyond our capabilities to treat. Your grandfather's condition has progressed too far.” At that moment Serenity gripped the phone so tight. “There must be something...” “There is... one possibility.” Dr. Kyle voice dropped lower. “There are rumors of a legendary physician who might be able to help. He's known to have distributed ten special cards to selected patients. Anyone holding such a card can seek his treatment.” immediately Serenity's eyes widened. “Ten cards? How can I find him?” “That's the challenge. He's more phantom than man. Some say he travels the world in disguise, testing people's hearts before revealing himself. Others claim he's hidden away in some remote mountain clinic.” At that moment Serenity's military mind kicked into action. “I'll mobilize every resource. Contact every medical institution. Search every mountain and villages and make sure I find him and get my hand on his special card!” ** Sophia family mansion's grand hall hummed with tension as Kyle arrived, his weathered medical bag a stark contrast to his immaculate suit. Behind him strutted Young Master Landon, his designer shoes clicking against the floors as the servant hurried to open doors for them. “Sophia,” Landon called out, straightening his imported silk tie. “I promised I'd help, didn't I? One call to my Father, and here's Dr.Kyle himself!” Dona barely glanced his way, her attention fixed on the renowned physician. “Thank you, Young Master Landon,” she replied with practiced politeness that didn't quite reach her eyes. Landon stepped closer, cologne washing over him. “My Father said Dr. Kyle hasn't come to see any patients in their house in months. But for us...” He smiled brightly then raised his shoulder. “It's easy.” Sophia didn't listen as she lent Dr Kyle to her grandfather's room. Dr. Kyle's examination was methodical, his experienced hands moving with practiced precision. At that moment the silence grew heavier with each frown that crossed his distinguished features. Finally, he straightened up, his expression grave. “Miss Sophia,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of decades of medical expertise. “Your grandfather's condition...” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “The deterioration has progressed beyond conventional treatment options. The internal damage is...to extensive.” immediately Sophia's legs weakened. Her brother caught her elbow, supporting her. “But you're among the best in the country,” she whispered. “Surely...” A harsh, wet cough interrupted her plea. Her grandfather's body suddenly convulsed violently. Immediately Sophia rushed forward as copper-colored phlegm appeared at the corners of his mouth. “Quick, check his temperature!” Dr. Kyle ordered, but Sophia was already staring at the display in horror: 40.7 degrees exactly. Her brother's face was drained of color. “This morning... that village doctor... he said...” “He predicted this exactly,” Sophia's voice shook as she pulled out the crumpled business card from her pocket. “The symptoms, the timing... everything he said would happen...” The card trembled in her fingers. While they had rushed off chasing famous names and reputations, had they actually turned away their grandfather's true hope of survival?Chapter four“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
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,
Chapter six“Dr. Kyle?”Mr.Oliver watched the renowned physician's hands shake as he gripped the edge of a chair. “What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.”“That technique...” Dr. Kyle's voice trembled, his usual professional composure completely shattered. At that moment He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty forehead. “The Celestial Dew Method... I've only seen it once, in my master's most treasured textbook.”Mr. Oliver looked totally confused.“I don't understand,”Mr. Oliver stepped closer. “What's so special about—”“Special?”Dr. Kyle let out a shaky laugh.“I spent twenty years studying that single page. Twenty years! And that young man just...”His voice cracked. “He performed it like he was breathing.”Upon hearing what Dr Kyle just said Mr. Oliver face drained of color as the implications sank in. His fingers clutched his jade paperweight so tight his knuckles went white. “You mean we just...”“We've insulted a master physician.”“The level of skill
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 play chauffeurs, now this
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 -
Chapter nine The word “Supreme black card” rippled through the lobby like a stone dropped in still water. Immediately Conversations halted mid-sentence. Private bankers emerged from their offices. Even the security guards straightened their postures.“The Supreme Black Card...” someone whispered reverently. “Only forty-eight exist worldwide...“Immediately the crowd started gathering discreetly, pretending to check deposit slips while stealing glances. The card's obsidian surface seemed to absorb light, its platinum inlays catching the crystal chandelier's glow.Jessica, who was close to the scene, froze at the VIP counter, her transaction forgotten as she turned to stare. That simple- village doctor... holding one of the world's most exclusive banking symbols? Her perfectly shaped brows furrowed in confusion.She thought Damien was poor but how on earth did he get his hands on such a valuable card.“Sir, if you'll just verify with your fingerprint,” The employee voice had transfo
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
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
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