CHAPTER 98

Sitting in the back of the Rolls Royce Phantom, Mr. Damian was restless. He felt his brow grow sweaty. Even though there was a conducive atmosphere as the air conditioner was already on, he kept on giving sharp inhales. He could feel the trickling sweat under his armpits.

“Damn it!" The words escaped from his lips. And immediately his hand clenched, till his whole body trembled.

He leaned in closer to the driver, who was no other person but Authur, “Move this car. Get me to that bastard’s place now," he shrieked, “I have to teach him some manners."

Authur felt a lump down his throat, “Alright Boss,"

“Get me to his place!" Damian condescended not knowing how he was feeling. The pain was too much and I lack words to express it. He unclenched his fist, clenching his jaw as he groaned, the wrenching pain in his heart escalated.

His hand traveled to his hair, ruffling it up hastily and his well-brushed inky hair suddenly became a mess. His heavy and noisy gasps filled the atmosphere a