At that mont Maria didn’t respond imdiately. She didn’t need to. She simply stepped forward, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
Damon chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, when I got your call, I almost didn’t believe it." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Maria, coming all the way down here in person? Must be sothing serious." His eyes narrowed slightly, assessing her.
"So, tell , what is it that’s so damn important you’d step into my territory instead of sending one of your little ssengers?"
He wasn’t mocking her. Not entirely. His voice held a certain level of amusent, but there was sothing else—genuine curiosity. After all, Maria never moved without reason.
If she was here, then whatever she had planned was big or serious.
At that mont Maria looked at him across the table. Her eyes were cold like ice. The noise faded away as she talked.
"Yes, it is quite important because the bus refused to finish his job," she said.
Imdiately his face changed. His eyes got big and his mouth opened a bit with surprise. The bus? That was his na in the streets. No one used it to his face.
"Why would you say that?" he asked. His voice was low now.
"You know too well. When I take a job, I finish it."
He tapped his finger on the table. Once. Twice. Three tis. His mind raced. What job did I miss? When did I fail?
"All the jobs I take, I finish them all," he said.
"That’s why people know my na. That’s why they fear ."
However Maria did not look away. She did not seem scared at all.
"You think I’m wrong?" she asked.
"I know you’re wrong," he said. "I never leave things half done. Never."
His chest felt tight as he couldn’t believe what Maria was saying, without being told he clearly rembers every job he had done for her, and all of been a success.
However hearing Maria accusing him was sothing he doesn’t like.
"I never did a job for you lately," he said. "And the last one I did, you said I did great. You told ’good job.’ Why bring this up now? What job are you talking about?"
At that mont Maria leaned in close.
"Think harder."
"I don’t need to think," he said.
"I know what I’ve done. Every job. Every task. I keep track."
"Do you?"
"I never fail," he said, but his voice was weak now.
Maria leaned in close.
"It is that sa last job i comnded you for "
Damon’s smirk faded the mont Maria uttered those words. His brows furrowed, a flicker of sothing dangerous flashing in his dark eyes.
"The sa job I didn’t do properly?" he echoed, his voice lowering into sothing more nacing. He leaned back against his chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest.
"Care to explain what the hell you an by that?"
At that mont Maria’s lips curled slightly. She was enjoying this mont. Knowing Damon’s reputation, she had no reason to worry. He was ruthless, efficient, and most importantly, he never left things unfinished.
She tilted her head slightly, her expression calm but filled with quiet satisfaction.
"You heard ," she said smoothly. "It seems your work wasn’t as clean as you thought." She took a slow step forward.
"The one you should’ve finished is still walking around freely. And now, she’s starting to beco a problem."
Damon’s fingers stopped tapping.
Maria smirked, knowing she had struck a nerve.
"But I trust you, Damion. You don’t leave loose ends, do you?" She reached into her bag, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen. A second later, she held it up for him to see.
Damon sharp eyes flicked to the screen.
Maria watched his reaction carefully.
"That’s the woman. That’s who’s still breathing."
For a mont, silence hung between them. Then Damion let out a slow exhale, running a hand over his jaw, his amusent gone. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening.
Maria lowered the phone.
"I don’t need to tell you what to do," she said softly.
"I already know what you’re capable of."
However Damon didn’t respond imdiately. He simply stared at the photo on the screen, his fingers flexing slightly before he let out a low chuckle—cold and humorless.
"You’re really sothing, Maria," he muttered, shaking his head. "Fine. I’ll handle it."
Maria smiled, satisfied. She turned on her heels, slipping her phone back into her bag.
"I’ll be waiting for good news."
Without another word, she strode out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor, leaving behind the tension she had created.
The mont she was gone, Damon’s expression darkened completely. He turned to one of his closest subordinates standing near the door.
"Find her," he ordered. "Find Valentina. Find out where she lives, who she’s with, every little detail." His voice was sharp, commanding. "I want a full report on her and that new husband of hers."
The subordinate imdiately bowed his head.
"Understood, boss."
"Don’t waste ti," Damion added, his tone low and dangerous.
"I want everything by tomorrow."
Without hesitation, the subordinate turned and hurried out of the room.
**
At that mont Chloe arrived ho, With the look on his father face, Chloe could imdiately tell that sothing was wrong. Her father was never the type to sit in silence, especially not after achieving sothing he had been fighting for. The usual arrogance in his posture was missing. His fingers tapped restlessly on the armrest, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to contain his frustration.
Her brows furrowed. Maybe the divorce didn’t go well.
She leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with curiosity and concern.
"Father," she called softly, but he didn’t respond imdiately. His eyes were fixated on sothing distant, as if replaying sothing in his head.
Growing impatient, she pressed again, this ti firr. "Father, what happened? Did the divorce go through? Were you able to separate them?"
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