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

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

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

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.

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