Upon hearing what the seller just said. The man’s lips curled into a sneer as he pointed at the wooden box in Damien's hands. “I’ll be taking that, and pay you handsomely.” he said coldly, stepping closer as if his mere presence was enough to intimidate Damien. However Damien's eyes didn’t waver. He met the man’s gaze with a calm, unbothered expression. “No, you won’t,” he said firmly. “I’ve already paid for it. Step aside.” The man’s smirk faltered, but before he could respond, another voice broke through the tension. “Well, if it isn't Damien.” Turning slightly, Damien spotted Brother wolf emerging from behind the man, his expression dark and hostile. Brother wolf' posture screamed animosity as he stood beside his apparent ally, his arms crossed and his tone dripping with venom remembering his last encounter with Damien. “Looks like you’re still throwing your weight around,” He sneered. “Still acting like you own the place, huh?” Damien didn't reply immediately. Instead, h
Upon hearing what Damien just said. Winston's smirk faded into a scowl as Damien words hung in the air. “You’ve got quite the mouth,” he growled, snapping his fingers. At that moment, a man stepped forward from the shadows, his movements calculated and fluid, like a predator sizing up its prey. This wasn’t just any fighter; this was Theodore, a renowned martial artist whose name sent chills through even seasoned warriors. His list of accomplishments was legendary—rumors swirled of him defeating fifty men at once in an underground tournament, and his mastery of pressure-point combat had earned him the moniker "The Unyielding Phantom." Every step he took seemed to command respect, and his stance alone exuded lethal precision. “This is someone worth your time,” Winston sneered, his lips curling into a smirk. He gestured toward Theodore, clearly savoring the moment. “Let’s see if you’re as tough as you think, Damien.” At that moment Theodore didn’t bother with introductions or theatr
Serenity eyebrows lifted slightly. “What do you mean?” Leaning forward, Waylon lowered his voice as though sharing a secret. “The Miracle Doctor isn’t the only one capable of treating something like Seven star spirit poison. It’s said that his disciple—a prodigy—has already surpassed him in skill. Some even claim this disciple is the greatest healer of our time.” Immediately serenity’s interest sharpened, her eyes narrowing slightly. “His disciple?” she repeated. “Do you know who or where he's?” Waylon shook his head, leaning back with a resigned sigh. “No one does, not for certain. But the disciple's reputation has been growing. Unlike the Miracle Doctor, this one occasionally surfaces, helping people in need. If we can track his movements, it might be easier than chasing after a ghost.” At that moment lips curved into a faint smile, her resolve brightening. “A disciple who’s even more skilled than the master,” she murmured. “That’s not just hope—it’s a real chance.”The aft
Upon hearing what Damien just said. Jefferson leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Damien,” he said smoothly, his tone almost reverent, “this is a truly remarkable piece. And I’m willing to offer you ten million dollar.” However Damien’s expression remained calm, his gaze steady as he studied Jefferson. “I appreciate the offer,” he said evenly, his voice carrying no hint of hesitation. “But this antique isn’t for sale.” Jefferson blinked, caught off guard by the firmness in Damien’s tone again. “Not for sale?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Surely, I can make it worth your while. Name your price.” Damien shook his head, his resolve unshaken. “It’s not about the money. This piece is meant to be a gift for an elder—a gesture of my respect. Selling it isn’t an option.” For a moment, the room fell silent, Jefferson’s smile fading slightly as he realized Damien’s stance was immovable. He studied Damien’s face, searching for eve
Upon hearing what her father just said.Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to the table, her lips curling into a dismissive smirk. “Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I knew it. This so-called ‘antique’ is nothing more than a cheap flea market find, isn’t it?”Her words hung in the air, drawing the attention of nearby family members. A few stifled chuckles broke the silence, emboldening Jessica further. She turned to her father with mock concern. “Father, you don’t really believe this is anything special, do you? It’s obvious Damien just grabbed the first dusty trinket he could afford in the local market.”One of Jessica’s cousins, leaning against the table, chimed in with a sly grin. “It’s almost insulting, don’t you think? A gift like this? It’s as if he doesn’t take your birthday seriously.”Another relative nodded, their voice loud enough to carry across the room. “You’d think someone with his reputation would try a little harder. But I guess th
At that moment Jessica's phone buzzed. Her perfectly maintained expression brightened as she answered the call.After a moment of quietness she said to her father.“Marina's having her birthday celebration at Crystal Palace!”“Go then,” her father smiled indulgently, but his eyes carried a glint of steel as they moved between her and Damien.“And take Damien with you.”“Father!” The champagne glass nearly slipped from her manicured fingers. “You can't possibly expect—”“Both of you. Together.” Each word carried the weight of paternal authority.“Send me a photo when you arrive.”At that moment Jessica's face cycled through shock, outrage, and calculation. The same Marina who had stood beside her, mocking Jin at Crystal Palace's entrance just days ago. Now she was expected to bring him to Marina's elite birthday gathering?“This isn't—” she began, but her father's expression silenced her protest.“A photo,” he repeated firmly. “From inside the venue. With both of you standing s
At that moment the room was filled with murmurs of disbelief. Guests exchanged skeptical glances, their voices rising in hushed tones.“Is it really worth that much?” one man asked, crossing his arms. “Sounds too good to be true. Could be a scam.”Another guest nodded. “Exactly. Who gives away something so valuable for free? It doesn’t add up.”At that moment Uncle Bernard straightened, his grip on the antique tightening. His voice cut through the noise, firm and commanding. “I understand your doubts, but let me make one thing clear—this is no scam.”The room quieted, the guests turning their attention back to him. He glanced at the antique in his hands before meeting their eyes, his tone unwavering. “I just got off the phone with Jefferson West, the most respected antique expert in this city. Not only did he confirm this piece is genuine, but he also made me an offer—a specific, significant offer to buy it.”Immediately the murmurs stopped completely. The guests exchanged wide-eye
As the tension in the club thickened, whispers turned into panicked murmurs. Bradley's name carried weight—enough to make even the boldest among them shrink back. The fear in the room was palpable, and no one wanted to be the focus of his ire.One guest muttered nervously, “He wouldn’t come here without a reason. Someone’s crossed him.”Another added.“It’s not me! I don’t even know him, but I have heard things about him, and I won't even dare cross his path.”At that moment the room erupted into a flurry of accusations, each person eager to deflect attention away from themselves.Jessica seized the moment, her voice rising above the chaos. “It’s him!” she said, pointing sharply at Damien. Heads turned, and the crowd’s attention quickly shifted.Immediately Jessica’s face twisted into a mask of false conviction as she continued. “Damien must have done something to offend Bradley! It’s the only explanation.”However Damien stood still, his calm demeanor unshaken, though his sharp gaz
Upon hearing what Jessica just said Landon head snapped toward her, his expression instantly darkening. “Damien? the village doctor”“Yes,” Jessica confirmed, her tone tinged with satisfaction. “Would you believe he somehow managed to sneak into this banquet?” She gestured vaguely around the room. “Walking around like he belongs here. It’s laughable.”Again Landon's eyes narrowed into slits. “He’s here?”Jessica nodded eagerly, leaning in as if sharing something deliciously scandalous. “I saw him earlier, but I assure you, he doesn’t have any real connections. I thought you’d like to know, considering how much nerve he had last time, uttering nonsense.” At that moment Landon's expression hardened, his usual condescension giving way to genuine irritation. “That man has no shame,” he muttered coldly. “First at the club, and now here? Pretending to know someone like Sophia…”His voice trailed off, but Jessica could see the gears turning in his mind. Without being told she could tell
Not long after the staff member returned, he whispered something to the doorman, who straightened abruptly. The tension in his posture vanished as he turned back to Damien with a polite smile.“My apologies, sir,” the doorman said, bowing slightly. “We’ve confirmed with Miss Sophia. Please, go right in.”The murmurs around the entrance stopped immediately, replaced by a hush of surprise as Damien walked forward, passing through the doors with quiet confidence.Jessica's expression stiffened as she watched him enter, his calm demeanor completely unbothered by the earlier confrontation. ‘What just happened?’she thought, her mind racing. At that moment she glanced at the doorman, trying to rationalize what she’d seen.‘Did they let him in because they saw us arrive together? That must be it.’Determined not to let it go because Damien used her name to get inside, she approached Damien with her voice dripping in Mockery. “Well, that was impressive,” she said loud enough for others to
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