Chapter 4 - The Unbreakable Shield
"You are very confident for a woman who is about to lose absolutely everything," Damian whispered coldly.
Celeste laughed a harsh, cruel laugh that echoed across the dead-silent ballroom. "Lose everything? I am the primary trustee of the Sterling Foundation! I am hosting this multi-million-dollar charity gala! I am the most powerful woman in this room! A filthy street thug like you could never touch me!"
"I don't need to touch you, Celeste," Damian corrected smoothly, his terrifyingly calm demeanor completely paralyzing the wealthy guests watching in the background.
Damian gently reached down and offered his tattooed hand to Laurel.
The twenty-something assistant hesitated for a fraction of a second, her tears finally stopping. She looked at the massive, powerful hand, then placed her small, trembling fingers into his grip. Damian effortlessly pulled her up from the cold marble floor, keeping her safely tucked behind his broad, muscular frame.
Laurel stood tall, clutching the lapels of his expensive black suit jacket to keep her torn blue dress completely hidden. She wasn't crawling on the floor anymore. She was fiercely protected by the most dangerous apex predator in New York.
"What are you doing?!" Celeste shrieked aggressively. "She signed a non-disclosure agreement! She belongs to me!"
"She doesn't belong to anyone," Damian commanded flawlessly, his voice completely devoid of human mercy. "But starting tonight, she works exclusively for me."
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Celeste’s arrogant smirk violently returned. "Good! Take the useless trash! She's entirely broke anyway!"
👉 Damian reached into the pocket of his unbuttoned white shirt, preparing to completely shatter the socialite's wealthy illusion.
