Crazy Deals

Serena, who had just dragged her steps out of the mansion, immediately stopped her steps when Damien caught up and blocked her. Quickly, Damien grabbed her arm, her grip so strong that it made Serena's body stumble slightly.

"I ask you again," his voice was heavy, full of pressure, "is this really the son of Tygo?"

Serena swallowed a spit, her lips slightly curved to form a discordant smile. "Yes, that's right. He is the son of Tygo. Why?" he replied in a bold tone, though his chest was clearly trembling.

Damien's grip was getting stronger, until Serena grimaced in pain. Seeing that, little Charis immediately stepped forward with an innocent yet brave look.

"Uncle, if Mama is wrong, please don't hurt her. Tygo's father will come to scold you later," he said straightforwardly, making Serena even more panicked.

Hearing those words, Damien let go of his hand, but an evil smile appeared on his face. He squatted in parallel with Charis, staring straight into the boy's innocent eyes. Serena suddenly tense, her heart pounding.

"You don't want your mother to be hurt, do you?" she asked softly but full of traps. Charis was silent for a moment, looking into her uncle's eyes.

Damien continued in a sweet tone, "Then you go with Uncle so that Mama can work properly. In Uncle's house there are a lot of toys. You want to come, don't you?"

Charis's eyes lit up, innocent without suspicion. "Yes, Charis wants to come with Uncle, as long as you don't hurt Mama."

Damien's oblique smile widened. He nodded immediately, then without hesitation lifted Charis's small body into his arms. Serena shook her head violently, panicking uncontrollably.

"No, Charis! Mama is fine. Let's go back to Mama!" he pleaded in a trembling voice, trying to hold back, but Damien took a quick step towards his car.

There was nothing Serena could do but run after her while screaming, but Damien's car had already driven out of the mansion yard, taking Charis with her.

Serena stood breathless, her face deathly pale, before Alora hurriedly walked out with a panicked expression." What's wrong, Serena? Why didn't Damien come back in?" he asked anxiously.

Serena looked up, her eyes wet. "Alo, Damien brought Charis! I... I borrowed your car," he said hurriedly. Without thinking, Alora immediately nodded, handing over the key.

A few seconds later, Yonara appeared while tidying up her dress, her eyes searching. "Where is Damien? Why isn't the car in the yard?"

Alora turned her head, was silent for a moment, refraining from answering. His jaw hardened, his chest rose and fell holding back emotions. Until finally he really couldn't take it anymore.

He stared straight at Yonara with a sharp glare. "Listen, I'll do anything to help Serena deal with Damien. Even if it means getting rid of you. Remember that well." The pressure of his voice was so clear, full of affirmation.

Yonara was stunned, her hands clenched tightly, holding back the turmoil of anger burning in her chest.

Serena gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes staring intently at Damien's car that darted ahead. His breath was hunting, his heart was racing. He pressed the accelerator as deep as he could, trying to catch up, but Damien's car was accelerating leaving him far behind.

"No... I can't lose!" His mutter was panicked, increasing his speed even though his hands were shaking. The long, winding road leading to Damien's mansion felt so suffocating.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Serena finally arrived. Sure enough, Damien's car was already parked in the front yard. Without wasting any time, he immediately jumped out of his car and ran into the mansion, his breath catching his breath.

But instead of finding Charis, her steps came to a halt when she saw Callum standing in the living room.

"Where is my son?!" Serena's voice broke out, full of anxiety.

Callum looked calm, although the look in his eyes was hard to guess. "I'm sorry, miss. Mr. Damien asks you to wait in his room. Master is taking a shower."

Serena clenched her fists firmly, anger and anxiety mixed into one. He didn't care about that answer, immediately ran up the stairs to the top floor, towards Damien's room. Her dress almost got stuck on the wooden handle of the stairs, but she kept forcing herself up, her determination unanimous to find Charis.

Meanwhile, Callum glanced up at the stairs, made sure Serena had actually climbed up, then quickly exited through the main door. In a cold but urgent tone, he whispered to a waiting bodyguard.

"Hurry up and take the boy to the villa. Don't let Miss Serena know that you moved her."

The bodyguard nodded obediently, then immediately moved towards another room where Charis was hidden.

Serena opened the door to Damien's room with a strong bang. As soon as he entered, his body seemed to be sucked into the past. The hallmark of the room was still the same as five years ago, nothing had changed—the thick dark curtains, the large bed with black sheets, and even the wooden frame in the corner of the room was still standing in place. Everything felt stifling his breath, making his chest even tighter.

The gurgling sound of water from the bathroom sounded clear, as if mocking him. Serena's teeth were clenched tightly, her hands clenched. In his heart he wanted to drag Damien out, then smack the man in the face until he was satisfied. But what burns him the most is one thing: Charis. Where did Damien hide his son?

Instead of waiting in the room, Serena stepped quickly, leaving the room. One by one he opened the door, his eyes wandering wildly through every corner of the mansion. His breathing was getting heavier, his steps were getting faster. Until finally he reached a corner room, the door was locked but the key just hung up.

Serena hurriedly grabbed the key, twisted it, and then pushed the door open. As soon as he entered, his steps instantly froze.

The world seemed to collapse before him. From the ceiling to the walls of the room, there were neatly lined up photos of her. From school, adolescence, until he grows up. Each portrait of her face is displayed so obsessively. Among the photographs, there are also paintings of her, as if every expression, every smile, is immortalized in the form of paint and canvas. In fact—his wedding photos, which he once thought were meaningless, hung there, treated like treasures.

Serena fell silent, her body goosebumps. His heart was filled with fear mixed with anger, but his tongue was swollen and unable to speak.

Suddenly, such a familiar baritone voice sounded from behind.

"Who let you in here?"

Serena immediately turned around, her heart as if to stop beating. His gaze widened, his body slumped backwards in surprise.

Luckily, Damien's sturdy arms quickly grabbed his waist, pulling him tightly into his embrace. Serena's body was trapped, close to Damien's chest that was still wet, the smell of masculine soap was so strong.

Serena's breath was choked, while Damien's gaze pierced sharply, as if about to swallow all her fear.

Serena pushed Damien's flat chest then asked, "Where's my son?" Damien smiled obliquely then pulled Serena's hand firmly to get out of the room. Damien locked the door to the room, pulling Serena's hand and bringing her into her room.

"Damien let go!" Serena yelled making Damien let go of his grip.

"Where is my son?" asked Serena again making Damien come closer and crouch down to align his face with Serena's.

"I'll release your son as long as you can keep my deal!" Serena clenched her fists tightly at the offer.

Damien walked away to the walk-in closet When Serena was silent and didn't give her response, Serena walked behind her and said, "Okay. What are the conditions?" Damien's steps immediately stopped.

With a sly grin, Damien turned to look at Serena.

"So my second wife!" replied Damien casually accompanied by his wicked smile.