Chapter 925 Damien's Weakness

• "I wonder if you'll be in trouble too, Mr. Arber?" A man's cold voice interrupted the pot-bellied Sam Arber, who looked up.
• At the bar entrance, a group of men dressed in black cleared the way. Amidst the bar's vibrant lights, Damien strode towards them in a black coat and leather boots. His stern face was cold and hostile, and his presence made it hard for everyone in the room to breathe.
• Sam's eyes widened abruptly. Damien Lenoir! Sam immediately got up and tried to retreat when he felt a cold hand on his back. As he turned around in shock, he saw a young man in a navy blue tracksuit smirking at him. "Do you think you can get away so easily after speaking ill about others?"