CHAPTER 95 END THE DEAL

The CEO

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The air was always thick around the house, but it was much thicker today. Maybe it was because my father’s voice was sharper than usual. With a deep inhale, I opened the door and walked in. My footsteps echoed, merging with the pounding of my heart—how I hated this house.

I nearly bumped into Lucy. Her eyes were filled with panic. My expression hardened; I already knew what was about to happen.

In the living room, my father sat on a single couch, four hefty men standing behind him, each gripping a bat, an iron pipe, and a steel rod. I sighed, the sight all too familiar, and braced myself for yet another confrontation.

My father cleared his throat, his voice laced with disappointment. "Why do you keep wavering between being a failure and a Wesley? Is this perhaps the consequence of weak blood flowing through your veins?”

I stood there without a word.

With a cold, disdainful gaze, he continued, "Lucy has told me everything. You even left the house. Damon, I thought you would