Damien POVI stared at Monica across the dining table, the strange pressure in my chest still refusing to ease. The behaviors from the kitchen staff only made me more irritated. I leaned forward slightly, staring directly at Monica eyes. “What exactly is your gain?” I asked coldly. “You came into my house and intimidated my staff. What game are you playing, Monica?”She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she turned away from me with a sweet, dismissive smile and waved a hand toward one of the trembling servers.“Serve the meal,” she ordered lightly, as if I hadn’t spoken at all. “Make sure it’s well served, Damien likes his food properly prepared.”The server hesitated for half a second, eyes darting nervously toward me, before quickly moving to obey. Three plates were placed on the table with shaky hands. The rich aroma of roasted meat and herbs filled the air, but it did nothing to calm the storm building inside me.Monica gestured gracefully toward the chair at the head of the table. “
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