Chapter 92 Bleeding

• “Damian, what’s going on? Why are you dragging your feet on our Paris project? You should’ve headed there this month,” Deston said, glaring coldly at his son sitting across from him.​
• Damian stayed quiet and calm, eyes on the report in his hands. Suddenly, his heart and mind felt restless, like something bad had happened. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but unease gnawed at him.
• “Damian! Are you even listening?” Deston snapped, annoyed at the silence.