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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Eight
The room fell into silence the moment Damien finished speaking.Across the long mahogany table, the chairman of the association slowly leaned back in his seat, his fingers drumming the surface with deliberate arrogance. Then his cold eyes scanned Damien like one would examine a speck of dirt on polished shoes.Then he scoffed.“Did I ask for your opinion?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Who gave you the right to speak?”Immediately Uncle Bernard shifted in his seat but dared not utter a word. He had already spoken once today and had been embarrassed for it.However Damien didn’t flinch. He met the chairman’s gaze without blinking, his expression calm, unreadable.The chairman stood and walked slowly toward the center of the room, his presence commanding the attention of every single board member. “You know,” he continued, turning to address the room, “I was being generous.”He turned back to Damien, his lips curling into a smirk. “But from the look of
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Nine
Damien’s tone was still composed, but his words hit with precision like sharpened steel.his gaze sweeping the entire panel with contempt that couldn’t be missed.“You’ve kept quiet long enough,” he said, his voice low but firm. Then he pointed—straight at them.“All of you. You’ve destroyed innocent people long enough. And the worst part? You think you’re untouchable.”Some committee members shifted uneasily. One cleared his throat but said nothing.“You think the world revolves around you,” Damien continued. “You think you can twist laws, make up punishments that suit your egos—punish anyone you don’t like, simply because you can.”His words cut deeper than raised voices ever could.“And let’s talk about the so-called crime here. A product fell below standard. That happens. There are clear procedures for this kind of thing. You fine the company—between ten and fifty thousand dollars—standard penalty.”He paused deliberately, letting the weight of his words settle.“They’ve agreed to
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty
At that moment Damien then walked closer to him, his steps slow and deliberate. The air in the room had shifted. Even the faintest breath felt heavy now. The man in handcuffs lifted his head to meet Damien’s eyes—those sharp, unflinching eyes that no longer held any room for patience.“I told you,” Damien said, each word laced with calm fury, “Like I told you… you’re done for.”His voice didn’t rise, but it cut deeper than any shout ever could.“For what you just did… and everything else—for trying to bring others down, for twisting everything to suit yourself—you’re going to go down.”At that moment the man’s mouth opened slightly, as if to argue. But no sound came. He had nothing left to say.His eyes widened as he watched Demian—not with fear alone, but with disbelief.He hadn’t imagined this would happen.He hadn’t thought Demian was capable of this.He hadn’t believed that someone he dismissed as nothing could rise with such quiet dominance and bring the entire room to its knees.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty One
At that moment Damien leaned back into his car, his eyes shifted slightly, curious but calm. “You said you wanted to talk about something important?”Uncle Bernard exhaled slowly and nodded, gripping his key tighter than usual. “Yes... it’s about the War Goddess. Serenity.”Damien’s brows barely twitched, but he was listening now.“I’ve been thinking,” Uncle Bernard continued, choosing his words carefully. “Something occurred to me. Serenity... she actually needs your help. Her grandfather really sick. And I mean... serious sick.”He glanced at Damien briefly before focusing back.“I know you might not be interested, but... I think you should just do what’s needful,” he added quietly. “Heal the old man. You’re capable. And honestly, Serenity might be of great benefit to you in the future.”Damien didn’t say a word yet. The silence stretched.“I mean,” Bernard added with a nervous chuckle, “she’s not just any woman. She’s... she’s the war goddess. If you help her, she could open more
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Two
At that moment the room fell into an eerie silence.Damien’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at Sophia’s lips just inches from his. Her breath lingered on his skin. She blinked rapidly, stunned, frozen. Both of them didn’t move, didn’t speak.Then suddenly, as if reality had just slammed into them, they both pulled back at the exact same moment.Immediately Sophia scrambled to her feet, avoiding his eyes. Her cheeks had turned bright red, and her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her top.However Damien stood up more slowly, brushing invisible dust off his shirt. He didn’t dare look at her. Not now. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what just happened. The kiss wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like that.At that moment Sophia opened her mouth slightly, maybe to say something, maybe just to break the silence—but nothing came out. She closed it again, exhaled softly, turned around, and walked quickly toward the guest room, her face still red, her pace stiff.Ho
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Three
At that moment she shut her eyes tight, her fists clenching. “That’s not who I am, it was just mistake.”The more she sat there, the more her thoughts spiraled. Every second Damien stayed away added another layer of guilt she couldn’t shake off.“He probably left because of me,” she said quietly, standing up suddenly. “He would publicly not want to see me when he comes back.”Her gaze fell across the room—the glass she used earlier, the folded laundry still on the chair, and the space that for a moment, felt like home.But not anymore, Sophia grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She wouldn’t stay here, not when everything felt so heavy and awkward.Her decision was swift.She stepped out of the room, locked the door gently behind her, and walked out of Damien’s house.She was heading to the apartment she used to live in before everything changed—the one outside her family’s estate, tucked away on a quiet street where no one bothered her.Not long after she arrived and the
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Four
At that moment Serenity stood frozen. Her chest tightened, and her fingers curled slightly at her sides. She blinked slowly, unsure if she had misheard Master George.‘Fifty million dollars’She turned toward Damien, her expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. Her heart was thumping, not because of fear—but because the weight of everything she thought she knew about Damien had just crumbled.Damien, on the other hand, remained calm. His voice, low and steady, cut through the stunned silence.“Yes,” he said simply. “I bought it. For myself. But right now, I’m using some of it for him. He needs it more than I do.”There was no pride in his voice. No boast. Just calm truth. Master George’s eyes widened even further. He took a shaky step forward, still staring at the herb in Damien’s hand as if it were a living legend.“This…” he muttered. “This herb is priceless.”His voice trembled slightly as he continued, speaking m
The understated miraculous Doctor. chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Five
The room was still, the air thick with tension.Then all eyes were on Serenity’s grandfather as the black veins that once crawled like twisted roots across his skin began to fade. One by one, the dark spots on his chest and neck lost their color, retreating beneath the skin as though scared away by something stronger.However Damien didn’t flinch. His eyes flicked toward the wall clock—60 seconds.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and began removing the acupuncture needles. His movements were swift but precise, each needle sliding out with a near-silent whisk.Master George held his breath the entire time, his fists clenched. He was watching something he knew only existed in ancient medical scripts—techniques thought to be lost to time.As Damien collected the final needle, he reached for the bowl containing the king of herb mixture.“Open his mouth,” Damien said calmly.Serenity stepped forward without saying a word, her hands trembling slightly as she gently pried her grandfath
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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
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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
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Six
Upon hearing what Serenity grandfather just said, Damien nodded and immediately Serenity grandfather weak cheek raised almost covering his eyes.Serenity’s grandfather was still grinning, a youthful spark in his eyes, when he turned toward his granddaughter. “Serenity,” he said with pride, “is this is your husband? Your betrothed?”His voice echoed with warmth, but there was also command in it—the tone of a man used to being obeyed. “And tell me why is he standing like a guest? What kind of wife doesn’t offer her husband a seat? Do you know who he is?”At that moment Serenity’s breath caught. She didn’t dare lift her gaze toward Damien.Her grandfather chuckled softly. “Ah, you think because you’re a war goddess, everything must bow to your military shoes, eh? But when it comes to your husband, you’re still to be an house-wife. Show him some respect. Go on, do what’s needed.”Still Serenity stood frozen, cheeks burning. Her heart pounded. Not from embarrassment, but from guilt. Shame
chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Five
The room was still, the air thick with tension.Then all eyes were on Serenity’s grandfather as the black veins that once crawled like twisted roots across his skin began to fade. One by one, the dark spots on his chest and neck lost their color, retreating beneath the skin as though scared away by something stronger.However Damien didn’t flinch. His eyes flicked toward the wall clock—60 seconds.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and began removing the acupuncture needles. His movements were swift but precise, each needle sliding out with a near-silent whisk.Master George held his breath the entire time, his fists clenched. He was watching something he knew only existed in ancient medical scripts—techniques thought to be lost to time.As Damien collected the final needle, he reached for the bowl containing the king of herb mixture.“Open his mouth,” Damien said calmly.Serenity stepped forward without saying a word, her hands trembling slightly as she gently pried her grandfath
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Four
At that moment Serenity stood frozen. Her chest tightened, and her fingers curled slightly at her sides. She blinked slowly, unsure if she had misheard Master George.‘Fifty million dollars’She turned toward Damien, her expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. Her heart was thumping, not because of fear—but because the weight of everything she thought she knew about Damien had just crumbled.Damien, on the other hand, remained calm. His voice, low and steady, cut through the stunned silence.“Yes,” he said simply. “I bought it. For myself. But right now, I’m using some of it for him. He needs it more than I do.”There was no pride in his voice. No boast. Just calm truth. Master George’s eyes widened even further. He took a shaky step forward, still staring at the herb in Damien’s hand as if it were a living legend.“This…” he muttered. “This herb is priceless.”His voice trembled slightly as he continued, speaking m
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Three
At that moment she shut her eyes tight, her fists clenching. “That’s not who I am, it was just mistake.”The more she sat there, the more her thoughts spiraled. Every second Damien stayed away added another layer of guilt she couldn’t shake off.“He probably left because of me,” she said quietly, standing up suddenly. “He would publicly not want to see me when he comes back.”Her gaze fell across the room—the glass she used earlier, the folded laundry still on the chair, and the space that for a moment, felt like home.But not anymore, Sophia grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She wouldn’t stay here, not when everything felt so heavy and awkward.Her decision was swift.She stepped out of the room, locked the door gently behind her, and walked out of Damien’s house.She was heading to the apartment she used to live in before everything changed—the one outside her family’s estate, tucked away on a quiet street where no one bothered her.Not long after she arrived and the
