Damon stepped into the sleek black car, his face cold and unreadable. Just as the driver pulled onto the road, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—it was Anthony, the CEO of Vespera Corporation and one of his most trusted men. Damon answered the call, his voice calm but distant."Sir, should we terminate the collaboration with Ms. Serena?" Anthony’s voice was steady, but Damon knew he was waiting for his reaction. He already knew what had happened. For a moment, Damon considered it. It would be the easiest way to show Serena what she had truly lost. Cutting off her company would be simple—like snapping a branch with his fingers. Without his silent support, she wouldn’t last long in this industry.His grip on the phone tightened slightly, but then he let out a slow breath. "No need," he said flatly.There was no point in wasting his energy on revenge. She had already taken enough from him—his time, his patience, his trust. He wouldn’t give her another second of his life. Besid

Damon stood still, his sharp eyes locked onto Tessa. She smirked in satisfaction, her gaze filled with arrogance. Around them, whispers floated through the air. But Damon wasn’t interested in giving Tessa the reaction she wanted. He had no intention of arguing with her. He simply reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.The call barely rang before a voice answered.“Hello, Boss?” Anthony’s voice carried a hint of surprise as if he hadn’t expected a call from Damon at this moment.Damon’s tone was cold. “ I’m outside Luxea. But the staff seem to think I'm not qualified to enter.“There was a brief pause. Then Anthony’s voice came back, now laced with panic. “Who dared to stop you! I’ll handle it immediately!”Before Damon could respond, Tessa let out a loud, exaggerated laugh.Heads turned. The sound of her laughter echoed, drawing more attention to the scene.“Oh, are you calling for help, Damon?” she mocked, crossing her arms as she shook her head. “Are y

Damon nodded, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on Simon. “Simon,” he said, his voice calm but full of authority. “I hope you have something worth my time.” Simon stood with a faint smile on his lips. “Always a pleasure. Please, sit. I've gathered new information about your mother's death.It's not much, but it's... significant.” Damon walked to the table, his movements slow and controlled. He sat down, his sharp eyes locked on Simon. “Talk.” Simon leaned in, speaking quietly. “ Two days before the accident happened to your mom, she got a call from someone flagged in a database—an ex-military guy with ties to a security firm. The call was erased from her phone records, but I managed to get a trace from the telecom company.” Damon’s hands clenched on the table. “Who did this?” “I don’t have a name yet, but it leads to a fake company—Tarnex Holdings. It’s a cover, and it’s linked to someone powerful enough to hide everything.” Damon’s voice turned cold. “I want everything

Celia looked completely stunned. “Ring? What ring?” She stood frozen, Serena’s furious accusations ringing in her ears.A ring? The one Serena claimed to have taken from her house?Celia blinked.Memories suddenly came back. She did lose a ring years ago. A simple, unremarkable band, but it had meant something to her. She had searched for it back then but eventually gave up, thinking it was gone forever.But now… Serena was saying she had taken it?Before Celia could say a word, the entire atmosphere in the restaurant shifted.The sound of the elevator doors opening drew everyone’s attention.A tall, commanding man stepped out, surrounded by bodyguards. He moved with purpose, his presence commanding respect without saying a word.His sharp suit was perfectly tailored, and his expression was unreadable, his gaze sweeping the room like he owned it.Anthony Williams.CEO of Vespera Corporation.This wasn’t a man you approached lightly.The name alone made people sit straighter.Gasps ri

Before she could say anything more, a sharp smack landed against her cheek. Then another. And another. She stumbled backward, pain blooming across her face. Her breath hitched, tears forming in her eyes as the sting deepened.Michael suffered the same fate. He barely had time to react before a hand struck him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side, a gasp of pain escaping him. Another slap followed. Then another. His vision blurred as his mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.Serena’s voice shook as she pressed her hand against her bruised cheek. "P-please… stop this!" she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.Michael, his lip split and bleeding, managed to gasp between the hits. "We didn’t— We didn’t do anything wrong! We're just trying to tell you the truth about him!" His words were cut off by another brutal hit.Serena's vision blurred with each slap, her body burning with pain. Her cheek felt as if it were on fire, swollen and throbbing. Slap! Anoth