As soon as Damien’s car rolled to a stop in the yard, five guards flooded his car with their guns and Damien just smiled before he grabbed his blazer from the passenger’s seat and stepped out.
The guards looked determined as they pointed their weapons at him, but when he suddenly lifted his blazer to slip it on, they flinched and stepped back. However, their fear faded to confusion when they realized he was only wearing the jacket and they moved in again, their guns steady.
“Are you leading me in or plan to stand there forever?” he asked in his usual cold manner, his voice laced with authority and his presence pressing down heavier than their guns.
The men exchanged quick glances, none of them daring to speak. At last, two moved ahead to lead the way while the others fell behind him, st
