(Westland Prison)“Farewell!"Voices echoed as several inmates lined up bidding farewell to a young man dressed rather casually.His lean build made his striking features come out more as he walked slowly towards doors where the guards stood with their head lowered, respect written in their eyes.“Farewell son!"An old voice sounded, as a man slowly walked towards the young man. His eyes were tender as he looked at the young man."Damien, you'll be finally leaving here today," The old man continued, chuckling lightly, patting the young man's shoulder."It's been five years, Godfather," Damien answered, his voice cracking.Honestly, he didn't want to leave, but his sentence was up and he had a lot of things to do in the outside world."I understand son," The old man chuckled, nodding gently, patting Damien's shoulder heavily."You've got things to do,""This old man won't stop you from leaving.""Thank you Godfather," Damien muttered, his eyes flickering with hatred as a glint flashed

Maya turned to look at Damien, noticing the deadly look and hate in his eyes. At first, when the car pulled over, she suspected they were friends, but now she realized they were far from it.She turned back to look at the people when it dawned on her that she actually knew them too. The two in front that were clad in designer wear were Joseph and Lily, while the bulky men walking behind them were obviously bodyguards.They were from the Beckham family and the same people who had orchestrated the whole plot to send Damien to prison.Instinctively, she stepped forward and stood in front of Damien. The Beckham family was a top family in the city that even she wouldn’t dare to mess with. If they wanted to put Damien back in prison, they could do it again; that was just how powerful and villainous they were.But since the old man had made him her responsibility, she wasn’t just going to watch it happen. She had to protect him. These were her thoughts.“The president is here to pick up a pr

Damien instantly chuckled lightly when he saw the expression that emerged on her face. She was shocked to see him to the point that she was almost falling off the chair she was sitting on.“You put me there, yet you have forgotten the day of my release?” He raised a brow at her.Freya, the lady, swallowed hard. She wanted to say something but it suddenly felt like a bone was stuck in her throat. All she could do was grip the chair handle tightly as Damien's eyes were so penetrating, like he was the Grim Reaper who had come to collect her life.After all, she knew what she did. She was the lawyer who was helping him with the case years ago, until she decided to side with his enemies and framed him for fabricating the evidence.She was enjoying life with the benefits she had gotten from putting him behind bars, forgetting that he would ever be released.Smiling, Damien walked over and took a seat.“Since I am here, I want to see how you are doing.” He said.However, Freya knew there wa

Moments later, Damien arrived back at Moonlight Corporation. As he stood by the entrance, he thought about calling Maya to give him directions to her office, or if she could come down or send someone to come pick him up.Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard a familiar voice from up ahead. “We need to hurry!” He looked and saw it was Maya walking alongside someone else— a woman clad in a suit, both of them had a tough yet panicked expression still as they hurried off. Damien couldn't help but wonder if she had yet to resolve what she was bothered about or not. Regardless, he approached them.“Damien, you are back?” Maya caught a glance of him as they were about to take a turn into the parking lot.She managed to squeeze out a smile as she looked at him while her assistant, Aria seized him up, wondering who he was.“Yes, I'm back. I see you are heading somewhere.” Damien inquired.“Ooh yes. You can wait around in the company until I'm back.” She suggested. Afrerall, whate

Everyone stared at Damien, puzzled. Apparently, he sounded like someone who had lost his sense of reasoning or perhaps he had bumped his head off somewhere and could no longer think properly with his brain.At least if his brain was that useless, his eyes should be able to see that the patient who was lying in the bed was no longer breathing and had become so pale that even at a first glance, one would be able to tell he was dead.But in Damien's case, that didn’t seem to be it. Unless, he was trying to add more salt to the wound, deliberately. Moses began to fume in rage. His chest was heaving as though he was being pumped with so much anger and hatred and would soon unleash it upon Damien ruthlessly.“Damien, I don’t know what you are trying to prove, but you should just stay put and keep shut!”Aria immediately pulled Damien forcefully to the back. She had a feeling that he would bring nothing but trouble the moment she saw him; that was why she had been looking at him like he was