Chapter 82 Damien's Own
- Naya's sleek black car glided up the winding driveway, the mansion's grandeur looming before her like a palace. She brought the vehicle to a smooth stop, and before she could even switch off the engine, a stern-faced guard emerged from the shadows, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny.
- "Can I help you?" he asked gruffly, his hand resting on the holster at his hip.
- Naya's confidence was unwavering.