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Chapter 19: Disarmed

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The next morning, in his secluded top-floor office, Damien was busily poring over columns of numbers, contracts, and affiliations all tied to Nate’s business partners.

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

Damien lived by that mantra. If mind-reading were a skill, he would be first in line to master it, although he was already terrifyingly close to that.

Then, something made him stop halfway suddenly. An uninvited memory but not irrelevant.

The Carter family.

Their unexpected visit weeks ago, their air of confrontation, ready to even drag away their daughter.

But Damien had handled it. With care, precision, and his legendary charm, he had disarmed them all, especially Isla’s father, Robert Carter.

And it was now the old man's words that were the reason for his sudden thoughtfulness.

“Graham Wellington? That man’s a parasite. He doesn’t just destroy businesses, he infects them, like rot in fruit. He’s why I went bankrupt. I lost every single penny son… every cent.”

Dami
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