Damien's POV The glass of whiskey burned down my throat, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the rage boiling inside me.I sat alone at the private section of the club with my jacket beside me while loud music echoed around the room. Several women had attempted approaching me since I arrived, but one glare from me was enough to send every single one of them running away.My mind remained occupied with the disaster from earlier.Zachary, the stolen project, Celeste's involvement, and the possibility of betrayal inside my own home.Everything was becoming messy too quickly, and I hated losing control over situations.I grabbed the bottle again and poured myself another drink before leaning back against the couch tiredly.I exhaled heavily and swallowed another mouthful of whiskey.Suddenly, my phone suddenly rang loudly against the table, interrupting my thoughts. I frowned immediately after noticing the caller ID.It was Isabella’s driver.At that hour?Something instantly felt wro
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