CHAPTER 84

Mr. Damian sat on the couch, his eyes welled up with tears which made him have a blurry vision. His vision was just like someone under the dreary day. Looking at him one would tell there was something amiss with him. He gave a sharp exhale in frustration, “Oh damn it," he jabbed an aggressive blow on the couch he was sitting on, then he groaned, clenching his jaw.

His actions earned him a confused look from his chief security officer, Authur, he stared at his boss for a while as he felt a lump down his throat then he ran his palm down his chest, regaining his confidence and his eyes scanning around as he kept his guards on.

Damian's intense green orbs were still brimmed with tears. As a man who seemed to be strong, it took him a lot of energy to hold the tears all in. He collapsed leaning on the couch with his head thrown backward and his eyes staring blankly into the atmosphere as he was lost in his dreamland,

“Damn it!" He cursed, shutting his eyes so tight which made his faci