Silas’s POV
I was staring at that blondie, and his manager was glaring at like a dog. Not that I cared. I stared right back at him.
"What are you staring at, you bitch?"
Huh? Is that manager completely out of his mind? I haven’t even said a word, so why is he cursing at now?
I was about to open my mouth when the door suddenly swung open, and Damon walked into the office. The mont he stepped in, the entire room fell silent. Everyone’s attention shifted to him.
He walked over and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs and leaning back. Adjusting his glasses with his middle finger, he gave us a cold, unreadable look. I knew he had to be mad at —his gaze was ice-cold.
And why wouldn’t he be? I had ssed up the face of one of his company’s artists. Of course, he had every right to be angry. But it wasn’t my fault. It was that blondie’s fault for provoking for no reason.
Lowering my gaze, I prepared myself for the inevitable.
"So, what happened, Addy?" Damon’s cold voice reached my ears.
He asked the blondie first. That clearly showed that Addy was getting special treatnt here.
Before Addy could speak, his manager stepped forward and stood in front of the glass table.
"Mr. Damon, let tell you everything that happened." He turned to look at and pointed a finger in my direction.
"That oga over there, pretending to be all innocent and naive, is the one who attacked Addy for no reason. He thinks that just because he’s joined Gold Era Entertainnt, he can do whatever he wants. He’s completely arrogant!"
Damon folded his arms across his chest, listening patiently.
"It was an attempted murder, Mr. Damon! We should hand that oga over to the police imdiately and warn his pack as well. If he’s like this, who knows? Maybe everyone in his pack is the sa."
Wait, what? Why is he dragging my pack into this? And attempted murder? If I had really wanted to kill that blondie, he wouldn’t just be standing here with a few injuries!
I was about to defend myself when Nekol grabbed my hand and subtly signaled for to stay quiet.
Wow. So now even he wants to just shut up and listen to this nonsense? What the hell?
"Were you there when all of this happened? Did you witness it with your own eyes?"
Damon’s voice cut through the room, sharp and direct. His eyes locked onto the manager, making him visibly nervous. He seed shocked by the sudden question.
"I... I wasn’t there, but I showed you the video, didn’t I?" the manager stamred. "It clearly shows that the oga beat up Addy and his friends badly. He even used a fork to attack soone today! Who knows? Tomorrow, he might stab soone!"
"We need to make things right, Mr. Damon. If we let this go, more incidents like this will happen. We should teach this damn oga a lesson!"
The manager turned back to , practically mocking with his words. But I didn’t care.
Damon, however, remained unfazed. "I only asked you one thing—were you there or not?" His tone was calm, but it was cold as ice.
"N-No, I wasn’t," the manager admitted, his voice shaking.
I suddenly felt Damon’s gaze shift toward . He was looking directly at . Not wanting to et his eyes, I instinctively moved closer to Nekol.
"Silas, co here."
No way. Why is Damon calling ? Couldn’t they just continue their discussion and act like I wasn’t here? But since he had called , I had no choice but to step forward and stand beside the manager.
Our eyes t.
"So, Silas, tell us what really happened," Damon said.
Before I could respond, Addy suddenly stepped forward, his voice weak but desperate.
"N-No... He... He deserves punishnt!"
The blondie was struggling to even speak properly, yet he still wanted to get his side of the story in.
I scoffed and turned to him. "Blondie, no one asked for your damn opinion, so don’t butt in, okay?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the slightest hint of a smile on Damon’s lips as he looked at . anwhile, the manager was glaring daggers at .
"Hey! You also have blonde hair! How dare you call Addy ’blondie’?" the manager snapped.
I casually placed my hands behind my back and shifted my gaze toward him. "What’s your problem?"
"Silas."
Hearing Damon’s voice, I took a deep breath to calm myself and turned back to him. I recounted everything that had happened in the cafeteria, giving him all the details.
As he listened, his sharp gaze scanned everyone standing in the room, observing their reactions.
"So that’s the truth," I concluded. "If I hadn’t fought back, I would’ve been the one lying half-dead in a hospital bed right now. Or worse—dead."
Because with the kind of strength they ca at with, they weren’t just trying to beat up an oga. They were ready to kill.
"Addy... Why the hell did you propose to Silas? It’s not like you’ve known him for a long ti or anything." His eyes t mine as he spoke.
Damon’s gaze remained cold as he asked, "So, what’s your purpose in doing sothing this ridiculous?"
I glanced toward Blondie. He was hesitating to say anything, his eyes darting around like an idiot.
"I... I liked his cute face, that’s why I proposed to him. But he rejected in a very bad way."
In a very bad way? What does he even an by that? I rejected him politely!
This blondie is really getting on my nerves now.
Just then, Damon suddenly stood up and walked toward Addy, stopping right in front of him. He stared down at him, his presence overpowering.
It was quite a nice sight—seeing blondie’s lower his head, completely unable to do anything in front of Damon.
"You dare to kick Silas, and now you’re telling to punish him? Is that right?"
Damon’s words made them visibly nervous.
"No, Mr. Damon! How can you say that? And how can you trust this oga’s words? He’s just a newbie here, while you’ve known us for much longer!"
The manager spoke urgently, standing right beside .
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