The Divine Monarch Returns

It wasn’t intentional

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 was more to his words. She swallowed, preparing herself as she could guess he was here for revenge. As his lawyer, not only had she disgraced him in court, she had also sent him to prison.

“If you want money, I can give you lots of it to make up for the time you spent in prison. You can use it to start over since you have nothing now.” She said self-righteously.

Damien laughed even harder this time before looking at her.

“I knew you would say such.” He uttered casually. Her face instantly darkened as she felt chills running down her spine.

The room had good conditioning; however, at the moment, none of it mattered. Freya was sweating so profusely that her suit was drenched. She began to wish that if time could be reversed, she might have left the office by now or made sure there were guards around to protect her.

That way, she would have felt calm and confident in herself. She then thought of guards by the entrance and couldn't help but curse at them for not stopping Damien or perhaps alerting her that he was coming.

Damn it! She cursed again and clenched her fist tightly above her thighs.

“Why didn’t you listen to me when I was pleading with you years ago to tell the truth?” Damien asked again.

He could still remember the look on her face. She didn’t look like she was remorseful about what she said or did, but instead, it felt like what she was saying was the truth when actually she had twisted it all.

Damien continued.

“What did the Beckham family promise you? Tell me.”

He relaxed into the chair as he asked. She didn’t respond to his first question, so he decided to enlighten her more since he knew the details.

“You knew?” Freya gasped in shock.

She never thought he would find out that she was bribed by the opposition family. Now she was very sure he had come for revenge.

However, she didn’t dare to spill the beans. Damien here might be very intimidating. She didn’t know what happened to him in prison, but compared to the Beckham family, he was nothing.

Those people were a top family no one would want to mess with even a lawyer like her. If she spilled the beans, she would definitely be dealt with.

Knowing that, she tried her best to remain calm before feigning ignorance.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” She immediately put a frown on her face to cover up how scared she was.

“You dare to hide it from me now? You don't think I am a fool, do you? The fact that I was able to find out even though you tried to cover it up should have given you a hint.”

Damien explained while circling the spot on the handle of the chair. His aura was so domineering yet again that all the fear Freya had been trying so hard to conceal came rushing back in like a tide.

“Don’t mess with me, Freya. You won’t want to test my patience!” He added without looking at her; however, his words alone were already effective enough.

So many thoughts began to ram through Freya's head. She thought about calling the police, but even if she did, before they could get here, Damien would have killed her and left.

Though he might later be brought to justice, by then, she would be dead. She didn’t want to die. She had so much to live for. She was still young and had yet to enjoy the fruit of life for her to die so soon.

After a while battling with her thoughts, she knew he had just one way about, and that was to plead.

Her body was already trembling when she pushed the chair off and went to her knees.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you or frame you. Please forgive me. Show mercy, please.” Freya's lips were trembling as she spoke.

Damien remained unfazed.

“That’s not what I asked. I said, What did they offer you? Money, promotion? What was it? Tell me!” He asked, feeling disgusted. Now he was able to confirm that lawyers were actually the rotten ones.

The truth was right there before her, yet she chose to frame the innocent. He couldn't begin to imagine the number of people who had gone through such.

“I swear, it wasn’t intentional…. The Beckham family…..they…” Freya stuttered. She found herself caught up between offending Damien and the Beckham family.

She could care about the latter afterward but for now, Damien was the issue.

“They took my parents and threatened to kill them if I didn’t do what they asked. I didn’t have a choice. If I hadn’t, my parents would have been killed.”