Are you hear me? You got a death wish or something?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he spoke, Luke reached out to grab Damian\u2019s shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t move, allowing Luke\u2019s hand to clamp down on him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A\u00a0<\/p>\n
(63)\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
you\u00a0<\/p>\n
deaf? Can\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, using the momentum of Luke\u2019s grip, he slowly turned his head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke was about to fire off another insult, but the moment he saw Damian\u2019s face, he froze as if he\u2019d seen a ghost. He stumbled several steps backward, only stopping when his back hit the wall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Staring at Damian in horror, Luke managed a shaky, uneasy whisper. \u201cHow\u2026 how did you\u00a0<\/p>\n
me here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t answer. He dropped his cigarette to the floor, crushed it under his heel, and began closing the distance between them step by step.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With nowhere left to retreat, Luke blurted out, \u201cDamian, don\u2019t come any closer.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
find\u00a0<\/p>\n
A low, mocking sound escaped Damian\u2019s lips. \u201cI heard Naomi\u2019s your girl?\u201d he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the mention of Naomi, Luke instinctively shot back, \u201cWhere did you take her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian only sneered and ignored the question. \u201cAnd I heard,\u201d he continued, his tone dripping with contempt, \u201cthat you can\u2019t stand my girl.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke shrank back into the corner, trembling all over. \u201cWh\u2013who?\u201d he stammered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian raised an eyebrow. \u201cWho do you\u00a0<\/p>\n
think?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke avoided Damian\u2019s gaze, shaking his head frantically. \u201cI don\u2019t know who you\u2019re talking about.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s voice hardened. \u201cYou let Naomi push her around, hit her, humiliate her. Luke,\u201d he said, each word sharp and deliberate, \u201cwho do you think I\u2019m talking about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before he even finished speaking, Luke finally cracked under the pressure. He made a sudden, desperate lunge toward the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Damian was faster. He seized Luke by the collar and yanked him backward, slamming him hard against the wall with a heavy thud.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:15 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 367 Damian\u2019s Fists\u00a0<\/p>\n
B\u00a0<\/p>\n
63\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the bright bathroom light, tiny particles of dust swirled in the air where Luke\u2019s body had struck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s anger burned hotter. He shot his hand out and gripped Luke\u2019s throat. His eyes turned a frightening shade of red, the corners dark and intense.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice dropped to a raw, almost broken whisper. \u201cShe hurts me, and I don\u2019t even dare raise my voice to her,\u201d he said, the words thick with emotion. \u201cHow dare you let someone lay a hand on her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke\u2019s throat was locked in Damian\u2019s vise\u2013like grip; he could barely draw a breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Damian\u2019s bloodshot eyes remained fixed on him. \u201cYou think I won\u2019t touch you just because Vincent\u2019s your brother?\u201d he pressed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke clutched at Damian\u2019s wrist with both hands, trying to pry the fingers loose, but it was\u00a0<\/p>\n
useless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Realizing he was overpowered, Luke went limp. In a strained, raspy voice, he muttered, \u201cIf you lay a finger on me today\u2026 Vincent, Daniel, and Harris\u2026 they\u2019ll make you pay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
There wasn\u2019t a trace of remorse in his tone\u2013if anything, he sounded even more defiant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian had heard enough. He hated being threatened more than anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Luke\u2019s defiance only made him want to act.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was going to see exactly what Vincent, Daniel, and Harris could do to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke didn\u2019t have time to react before Damian\u2019s fist connected with his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The blow stunned him; he didn\u2019t even try to fight back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After releasing some of his pent\u2013up rage, Damian finally stepped back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke slumped into the corner of the bathroom, his face a mess of fear and bruises.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian walked over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and held his bruised, bloodied knuckles under the cool stream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He watched as the water in the basin swirled red, then gradually cleared as the blood was washed away, leaving no trace behind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once his hands were clean, Damian left the water running. He lifted his gaze to the mirror, staring at Luke\u2019s cowering reflection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:15 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 367 Damian\u2019s Fists\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead,\u201d Damian said flatly. \u201cCall them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luke didn\u2019t respond or move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
B\u00a0<\/p>\n
63\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian let out a cold, humorless laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he shut off the faucet, pulled a couple of paper towels from the dispenser, and dried his hands thoroughly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After crumpling the towels into a ball, he tossed them toward Luke. \u201cI\u2019ll be here all night,\u201d he said, his voice steady and cold. \u201cI really want to see what you and your friends can do.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without another glance, Damian turned and walked out of the restroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
*****\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back in the private dining room, dinner was winding down, but nobody seemed in a hurry to leave. The conversation and laughter continued to flow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent had just finished toasting Thomas with Sabrina by his side when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He ignored it at first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But it buzzed again shortly after.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After several persistent vibrations, Vincent realized it might be important. Leaning close to Sabrina\u2019s ear, he murmured, \u201cI need to take this call. I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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