Chapter 59 The Bait In Red

• She began to watch him closely, observing every detail of his body.
• His smooth mustache, just like Raphael had described to her, and particularly his wavy hair. She couldn't see the color under the dim light, but that didn't matter. His chiseled face, and night dark eyes, together with his hair was enough to give him out. That was him, she thought hastily, jumping on her feet.
• Damian quickly sank into a black sofa. His seat was situated at the edge of the vvip section. That was a spot he'd choose each time he visited the club. It made him feel concealed and safe.