Chapter 4

Walking into the unfinished room on the right, Damian followed the bodyguard who'd been waiting inside into a bare, empty space. On the floor lay Donald, whose hands and feet were bound.

Damian turned and gave Shirley a look, signaling her to go see if Donald was the same one who'd gone to the hospital with Farrah for the IVF procedure.

Shirley walked up to Donald, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head up. After studying his face for a moment, she straightened and went back to Damian. "It's him."

Damian waved, signaling to Vincent to take her out. Only when the sound of their footsteps faded down the hall did the anger boiling in his chest finally erupt. He strode over to Donald and drove his foot into him, kicking him over a dozen times before finally stopping.

Staring coldly at Donald, who'd curled up on the floor like a shrimp, Damian drew in a deep breath, forcing his fury down. Then, he flicked a wrist and said icily, "Break both his legs first, then drag him out."

As the bodyguards closed in on Donald, Damian turned and walked out of the room. In the living area, he saw that Vincent had already come back and had the bodyguards set up a chair.

Damian, his face stony, walked over and sat down. "Did that bitch get rid of the bastard yet?"

Vincent leaned in close and bent down, murmuring into Damian's ear, "Ms. Sutherland was taken to Lumen Hospital, the hospital nearest to Wayfarer Group, and examined. The baby's fine for now; she's still at the hospital.

"About 50 minutes ago, Robert showed up at the hospital, too. We don't yet know if the baby's been aborted. But since Robert is there, he'll force Ms. Sutherland to get rid of it, even if she doesn't want to."

"Keep a close eye on her."

"Yes, sir." Vincent showed Damian his phone. "This is the information on Donald's family. He was born and raised in Eastborough, Wharfpoint. His parents run a small neighborhood grocery store in the town of Port Mercer; it's about a thousand square feet.

"He's got a pair of younger twin sisters who are quite pretty. They graduated this year from Saltonvale University of Technology and are currently working for a Sutherland family subsidiary, AeroMax Tech."

Damian took the phone and scrolled through the information on Donald's family. He didn't say a word, but his gaze darkened, and he clenched his jaw.

Over ten minutes later, when the screams from the room started to fade, Damian handed the phone back to Vincent. "Drag him out here."

Vincent hurried to the room where Donald was being held and ordered the bodyguards who'd been beating him to haul him out.

When the guards threw Donald at Damian's feet in a crumpled heap, Damian stood. He planted his shoe on Donald's neck and slowly squatted down. His tone was glacial.

"You've got some balls, screwing my woman behind my back. You're still so young, but it seems you're already eager to die."

"M-Mr. Halston… I-I didn't… I swear…" Donald gasped.

Damian drove his foot into Donald over and over, cursing between blows. "Gutless fool—you commit the crime, but you don't dare own up to me. Let's hear it, then. How do you wanna die?"

"Mr. Halston, I… I'm not… I didn't! I…"

After a dozen savage kicks, Damian was breathing hard. He grabbed a fistful of Donald's hair and yanked his head up so their eyes met. He said icily, "Pretty bold of you, screwing my woman. When did it start, and how many times?"

"No… please… Mr. Halston, I didn't… We only did IVF… I've never touched Ms. Sutherland…" Donald rasped.

Damian let out a disbelieving laugh. He straightened up and flicked a wrist at the bodyguards beside him. "Keep beating him. Don't stop until he tells the truth. If I catch even one lie, I'll bury your parents and your sisters with you."

He sat back down in the chair and watched indifferently as the four bodyguards lay into Donald as he curled into himself on the floor.

"Mr. Halston, please! We didn't… We really didn't… Mr. Halston! I… I'm telling the truth!" Donald shouted.

After several minutes of this, Damian cleared his throat when he saw that Donald—lying on his front with his hands tied while getting pummeled—could only choke out the same few lines. He got to his feet, walked over to the latter, and motioned for the bodyguards to flip Donald onto his back.

Damian slowly crouched down, locking eyes with Donald, and let out a cold laugh. "Couldn't knock her up by screwing her, so you went straight for IVF, huh? What was the plan? You wanted me to raise your bastard so he could inherit my estate?"

"No… It's not like that. I never touched Ms. Sutherland. She… She's the one who said she wanted IVF…" Donald stammered.

Damian spat out a vicious curse, shot to his feet, and ground his shoe down on Donald's face. He roared, "How dare you mess with my woman! I hear you've got two younger sisters. Call them. Now!"

Seeing Donald's eyes instantly go wide, Damian pressed harder, his leather shoe grinding into Donald's face in a slow, cruel twist. "What? You've got a problem using your sisters to make it up to me when you screwed my wife?

"You've got one minute to think it over. If I don't like your answer when time's up, next year on this day, people will be crying at your grave."

He lifted his foot and sauntered back to the chair, sitting down with a mocking glint in his eyes. He watched Donald stare up at him in shock and sneered. "Trust me, I'm sleeping with both your sisters. I've never tried twins before. And even if you don't make the call, I've got plenty of ways to bring them to me.

"As for your parents… Well, for people who raised trash like you to continue existing in this world would be a waste of precious food. Better they join you in hell so you three can be a happy family there."

"No, please… Mr. Halston, don't do this… I'm begging you! Kill me if you want, but leave my parents out of this!" Donald pleaded.

Damian checked his watch, then started counting down icily. "You've got 20 seconds left. 19, 18, 17… 3, 2…"

Donald shouted, "I'll do it! I'll do it, Mr. Halston. I'll call my sisters… But please, spare their lives…"

Damian tilted his head at Vincent, signaling him to grab Donald's phone and bring it to him. His voice was flat and cruel. "That depends on whether your sisters are still untouched. If they've already had their cherries popped, then…"

Vincent powered on Donald's phone, strode over, and crouched down to scroll through the call log. "Rosalie and Isabel—these are your sisters' numbers, right?"

Donald froze for a beat, then suddenly shouted at Damian, "Yes, those are their numbers, but please just let them go! They just graduated college and are only 22 years old…"

"So now you think you're in a position to bargain with me?" Damian's voice dropped to a deadly chill. "Why didn't you think about the consequences when you were inside my woman? Rosabell Grocery in Port Mercer—sound familiar? If you can't get your sisters here, I'll make you watch your parents die right in front of you."

Donald squeezed his eyes shut, shaking all over as he clenched his jaw hard. After several seconds of agonized silence, he cried, "Fine, I'll do it! Call Rosalie."

Vincent glanced back at Damian. When he saw the stormy look in the latter's eyes, he hurriedly turned back and jabbed the call button. Then he held the phone to Donald's ear.