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Daniel looked pitiful, "dude, even if you don't understand me, then who exactly is going to understand me?" Zayn shook his head, "You know, Daniel, sometimes I don't understand you. You're the aloof, dangerous guy, but here you are, showing a sad and pitiful expression, I'm sure if someone who knew that side of yours gets to see you like this, you'll become a laughing stock, I'm very confident about it."

Daniel only smokes whenever he was angry or stressed. "Those chicks pussies only suit you..not my kind..and whose pussy is better than valina? You know it better. Noone can compare to her sex like figure. If she can't satisfy me then no one can." he smirked at Tristan who smirked in return and shrugged. "She was a nice fuck, nothing more nothing less," Tristan said nonchalantly. Daniel shrugged and asked seriously, "What's the news?"

“I don’t know what to do, but I don’t want to lose Christian,” *** Daniel stopped the car on the other side of London. It was an isolated place, and he stepped out looking around to confirm no paparazzi were around. He wore his black shade and hid himself under a grey hoodie, unaware that someone was keeping an eye on him. “Take your money,” Daniel gave some cash to a tattooed man, and he smirked at him. “My.. my… Daniel Knight, you were fast this time,” The tattooed man said. “I hope you are paying in full this time.”

The very people who once feared and respected her now looked away in disgust, her fall from grace absolute and irreversible. Daniel, the persistent thorn in their side, had been permanently removed from their lives. Through a combination of legal maneuvers and strategic planning, Damian had ensured that Daniel would never again pose a threat. Imprisoned on multiple charges, his connections severed, his influence completely nullified, he had become nothing more than a distant, bitter memory.

CHAPTER 195 Daniel I was in one of my favorite casinos taking shots when I felt a rough hand tap my shoulder. I looked back to see who it was and there my worst nightmare stood—Damien. “What is it?”I asked him. " Nothing man. What could a loser like you probably give?” he smirked. "I'm having a very good time and you wouldn't want to ruin that for me so just go to hell.” "Alright man you can go to hell OK," he said about to walk away when I stood up and pulled him back throwing a punch in his face.

the manager yelled and apologized profusely to Daniel. Bella stood, watching the whole show in confusion, it wasn't as if her husband was a billionaire or something, why would the manager fire someone for his sake? "What was that? Why did the manager react that way when he saw you?" She asked when they had both left the restaurant "He is a good friend of mine" Daniel replied and his phone beeped, he brought it out to check the context of the message, "I have to go" he replied curtly

Even the famous Shawn Miller wouldn't confess to her, stunned by such a lady. "At first, I did that because of my uncle, Gabriel Moretti," said Daniel, who suddenly took a chance to talk. Kiran was walking towards his confession booth to face him. "I have to hook a girl I've never seen before, Delilah Starley. Then he gave me a deal and a chance for a better career. I took that opportunity, and that's where it all started," Daniel added, making Kiran nod. Kiran walked up to Daniel while staring at him.

*Few Hours Before Damien’s Arrival* Just like every other night, Daniel was in his bar. The music was loud, he lit up his cigar while smooching the girls around him, laughing. His assistant walked towards him, then bowed and whispered something to him. Daniel sent him away, not ready to deal with their family problems. The assistant sighed frustratedly before leaving the cabin to respond to John, who had demanded to speak with Daniel. A few seconds after his assistant left, four men approached the cabin. Daniel’s guards immediately stopped them, but they were electrocuted, making both guards fall unconscious.

Daniel… My eyes narrowed slightly while I shook his hand, because I knew exactly one Daniel from years ago. Only one. And he had been… involved with Eric. Actually, more than involved. I tilted my head slightly and allowed a small mischievous smile to appear. “Daniel Wu,” I repeated slowly. He nodded. “Yes.” “Can I ask you something?” I said casually. “Of course.” “Do you know someone named Eric?” Daniel frowned. “Eric?” “Yes,” I said quickly, leaning forward a little. “Tall guy. Blonde hair. Used to walk around like all grumpy and sad...”