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It was a little inconvenient for Damian to try and get a cab to Westway. However, it was even more impossible for him to get Susan's approval to borrow the company's car for this.After thinking about it for a while, Damian decided to call Christine instead."What is it?" Christine asked, her cold voice sounding from the other end of the phone."Darling, I want to go out for a bit. Can you arrange for a car and a driver for me, please?" Damian asked, grinning softly."Fine. I'll get Ms. Becker to bring you down to the garage," Christine said after a brief pause. Then, she hung up after that."Who's Ms. Becker?" Damian asked in confusion, looking at the other security guards in the room.The guards stared back at him in disbelief. After all, Damian was Christine's husband—how could he not know who "Ms. Becker" was?"Damian, Ms. Becker is our CEO's personal secretary. Her name is Wendy Becker. She's the one assisting Ms. Spencer with all the miscellaneous tasks at the company, big

Damian had to wave his hand right in front of Wendy's eyes for her to snap out of her daze.Then, she quickly realized that the dozen or so drivers who'd just charged at Damian just now were all lying on the floor, clutching various parts of their bodies while moaning in pain.Wendy was completely astounded."Wait… You're… You're a martial expert?" Wendy asked eagerly, her eyes suddenly lighting up in joy.Damian shrugged and said proudly, "Of course!""That was so awesome!" Wendy exclaimed excitedly, her huge eyes shining as brightly as the sun.She had always been a huge fan of watching movies about martial arts and fighting. She was really obsessed with them, and she simply couldn't believe that she would actually get to witness a martial expert fighting with her own eyes today!"You're too kind," Damian said, scratching his head awkwardly. He was feeling a little shy with how intensely Wendy was looking at him."So, Mr. Welch, can you lend me a car now?" Damian asked, turni

Wendy had had a dream of being a martial expert heroine when she was little, and she also loved going on adventures. However, no matter how wild or creative her imagination was, she was still a normal person, after all, and she couldn't help but feel frightened now that she realized she was facing the real thing."Don't be scared. You still have me," Damian said, lightly patting Wendy's hand before getting out of the car and heading toward the abandoned factory.Wendy hurried after Damian, feeling so anxious that her face went deathly pale. She could feel her heart leaping into her throat."Hey, are you sure it'll be okay?" Wendy asked quietly. "If you don't think you can handle them, then it's still not too late to run."Wendy's heart was pumping so quickly that she could only breathe in quick, shallow bursts. Also, she was beginning to get cold feet."Don't worry. It's just a piece of cake for me," Damian said determinedly, looking so confident that Wendy could barely see a hi

"Baldy! Wait! You can't leave me here! You can't leave!" Susan screeched at the retreating gangsters. She nearly fell to the ground in fright.If Baxter were to leave now, then Damian would still continue beating her up."Don't get me involved if you want to get yourself killed, Susan Welch!" Baxter hollered. "Look at everything you've already done to us!"Then, Baxter ignored Susan's cries and turned on his heels, ready to leave."Did I say you could leave?" Damian's cold voice suddenly sounded from behind them. Baxter froze, shuddered hard, and turned around at once.He immediately saw Damian glaring at him coldly, his intense gaze burning into his head."That's right! Did we say that you could leave?" Wendy chimed in.They had to be joking, right? Wendy wasn't done playing the heroine yet! She wanted more!Baxter's eye twitched. He looked at Damian and narrowed his eyes before frowning and saying, "Hey, man, I've already surrendered. What else do you want from me?"Damian

Bobby grinned at once and hurriedly introduced the man behind him to Damian."This is Rocky. Rocky, do you know this gentleman?"Rocky broke into a bitter smile and nearly cried, the metal pole shaking hard in his hand."Bobby… I, uhh, I pole-danced for him before," he said.What?Bobby's jaw dropped. He stared at Rocky in pure confusion and asked, "Since when have you developed a skill for that?"Rocky wanted to scream that he had been forced into doing it. However, he just swallowed his bitterness and said, in a nasal voice, "Ever since meeting this gentleman, I decided that I needed to… branch out."Damian frowned and shook his head, obviously dissatisfied."Look, Mr. Rocky, I'm not trying to be too critical of you, but you're going to have to practice a little harder with your pole-dancing skills. Plainly put, it was terrible."Rocky shuddered when he heard that. He immediately bowed his head and said, "Yes, sir. I understand, sir. I'll practice more when I'm home, sir!"