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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Nine
The auctioneer cleared his throat. “A curious find. This box was recovered from an underground chamber, deep within the ruins of a forgotten dynasty.Despite its simplicity, our experts believe it may contain something significant. It is locked and has yet to be opened.”Hearing what he just said a few people chuckled. A locked wooden box? A gamble?The scoffing continued. “Who in their right mind would waste money on something like that?”The murmurs spread like ripples in water as their gaze landed on Damien and Sophia.“Are they just here to watch?”“They haven’t placed a single bid.”“Maybe they can’t afford anything.”The whispers weren’t subtle. Some of the attendees, dressed in elegant suits and traditional attire, cast glances at Sophia and Damien, their expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement. A young woman and an even younger-looking man, sitting among collectors and connoisseurs, yet remaining utterly silent? It was strange.At that moment One of the older men scof
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Ten.
At that moment the auctioneer straightened his posture, his voice dropping into a more dramatic tone as he gestured toward the simple, handcrafted necklace.“Ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is not just any necklace. Some of you may scoff, thinking it's merely a piece of local craftsmanship. But I assure you…” He leaned slightly forward, scanning the room. “This necklace holds more value than you can possibly imagine.”Hearing what he just said, the murmuring died down. Even those who had mocked the kento earlier now looked toward the stage with renewed curiosity.The auctioneer took a step closer to the display. “Legend has it that this necklace is a bearer of fortune. It is said to possess the ability to grant wishes—not just any wishes, but those born from acts of kindness. If the wearer is pure-hearted, if they are generous, if they give without expectation… this necklace shall reward them in ways even I dare not claim to understand.”At that moment a hush fell over
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Eleven
Sophia felt reassured. She nodded, trusting his words.The auction continued. Sophia was able to secure four more. It was just one short.Then, at that moment—Jefferson walked into the auction hall.The entire room fell into a stunned silence.Whispers spread like wildfire. People exchanged glances, some in shock, others in anticipation.Everyone knew who Jefferson was—his presence alone shifted the energy of the entire room.His connections, his undeniable influence in the world of artifacts, and his unwavering confidence in bidding made him a feared competitor.without being told they knew If Jefferson was here, then something big was about to happen.People who had earlier dismissed the auction as nothing special suddenly straightened in their seats, eyes sharp with interest.Seeing Jefferson Sophia felt her grip tighten slightly. She had already won four, but with Jefferson here… would she get the last one?Damien, however, remained completely calm, unfazed by the sudden turn of e
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve
At that moment, a hush fell over the room as the first bid cut through the silence.“Two million dollars!”Immediately heads turned sharply toward the bidder—a middle-aged man in an immaculately tailored suit, confidence radiating from him as he adjusted his cufflinks.For a split second, the room remained quiet.Then, murmurs erupted like wildfire among the attendees.“Did he just say two million? For an herb?”“Ridiculous! Just because someone called it the ‘King of Herbs’? No one even knows what it actually does!”“Maybe he’s just trying to flex his wealth. A stunt bid to scare off competition.”At that moment in time some of the so-called artifact experts exchanged uncertain glances. The way the auctioneer had spoken about the herb had piqued their curiosity, but none of them had ever heard of such a plant before.“Could it really be worth that much?” one of them muttered under his breath, eyeing the bidder carefully.Among the crowd, Jefferson watched silently, his fingers tappin
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen
Across the room, Damien remained motionless. His expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto the bidder with a quiet intensity.Sophia, sitting beside him, could feel the shift in energy.“Jefferson is hesitating,” she whispered, glancing at Damien. “Are you going to—”However Damien didn’t respond. He just watched, knowing it wasn't time yet.Meanwhile, the auctioneer, sensing the rising tension, cleared his throat. “Twenty million going once—”The room held its breath.“Twenty million going twice—”Jefferson tilted his head slightly, as if considering his next move.Then, just as the hammer was about to drop—“Thirty million.”A new bid, a shocking new bid.And this time, it wasn’t from Jefferson.The tension in the auction hall was thick, the air heavy with anticipation. All other bidders had fallen silent.Now, it was just two men.Jefferson, And the mysterious bidder still clutching his phone, murmuring to someone on the other end.The guest couldn't do anything but watched.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen
Immediately as the armed thugs fanned out across the auction hall, tension thickened the air like smoke. Guests hardly had time to catch their breath when the next wave arrived—three more men, strong and broad-shouldered, walking in with calm, deliberate steps.They wore black suits, sleek but dangerous, the kind of suits that didn’t belong at elegant auctions but in backroom dealings. Beneath their rolled-up sleeves, bold tattoos wrapped around their forearms—snakes, daggers, blood-red skulls. The moment they stepped in, no one needed to be told—they were the ones really in charge.Unlike the first group, they didn’t carry guns. They didn’t need to.The tallest among them, his jacket slightly unbuttoned and his hair slicked back, took two steps forward and scanned the room with a cold smirk.Then he spoke.“This audition is over.”His voice was deep, clear, and carried a weight that silenced the room instantly.“From this moment on,” he continued, “we’re in control. So everyone, be
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen
Others were already weeping silently, their knees pressed hard to the floor, afraid even to breathe too loudly. One of the artifact gurus fainted in fear, collapsing beside his assistant who tried to hold him up without raising his head.Even Jefferson, the man known for his unshakable confidence and power, looked pale. His jaw clenched tightly. His fists trembled by his sides. He had faced powerful businessmen, underworld bosses, and government figures—but this… this was something different.He knew the truth. These weren’t people you negotiated with. These were the kind you survived by obeying. Any wrong word, any wrong glance, and your head might be the next thing auctioned off.The entire hall was still—dead silent.Then, the boss of the gang—his voice low but sharp enough to cut steel—stepped forward, eyes fixed on Damien.“I’m going to ask you just one more time,” he said, his voice echoing through the chamber, each word heavy with threat. “What are you going to use that herb
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen
At that moment Without wasting even a second, the men sprang into action. They were trained killers, each one known across the underworld for his unique abilities. One of them rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bandolier of gleaming silver daggers strapped across his chest—every one of them sharpened to perfection. His fingers danced over the hilts like a pianist warming up. Another stepped forward, pulling out a matte-black pistol with a silencer attached, cocking it with a deadly click that made the air itself shiver.Seeing what was going on the room tensed like a wire stretched to its limit.Gasps echoed. immediately Sophia covered her mouth,her heart racing, her eyes locked on Damien.Then—nothing. Not a warning. Not a shout. Not a blink.Damien vanished from where he stood.In less than a heartbeat, he reappeared right in front of the man with the gun. The assassin didn’t even realize what had happened until his wrist snapped backward, the gun flying from his hand like a toy. B
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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Nine
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
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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
