Chapter 135

• The night was thick with tension the moment I stepped into the dimly lit room. Timothy had been buzzing all evening, desperate to sway Damien with his petty bribes a priceless antique calligraphy scroll he’d bought with great effort. But Damien? He hadn’t even spared it a glance. Like it was nothing more than a pile of vegetables.
• Timothy had tried everything, even flaunting a fresh, innocent girl like some twisted offering. Still, Damien’s expression remained cold, unreadable.
• Just as Timothy’s frustration was about to boil over, his phone rang. His voice crackled through the line, urgent and eager.