A deal with the devil

chapter 66

The commotion had ceased by the time Shirley arrived at Blackwood Manon. The moment the stepped through the doors, she felt something amiss. Everyone seemed to be on tenterhooks, and she couldn’t help but be affected in the uptight amosphere.

Upowering the living room. Shirley saw Benjamin seated on the couch with his back taring her. Shattered pieces of ceramic lay next to his feet, but no one dared to clean up the mes, “Benjamin, where’s Damian Shirley didn’t see Damian in the room and approached Benjamin tentatively. After what happened last night, she had developed a deep fear of him.

The look in Benjamin’s eyes was indifferent. There was nothing unusual about him, but she felt fearful.

Benjamin looked at her and said curtly, “He was too noisy, so I knocked him out.”

Did he knockout Damian Shirley wasn’t sure, but she thought the detected a shard of self–Hame in his

He glanced at her and then, at the mess on the floor. Although Shirley could sense that he was mad right now, his anger wasn’t directed at her or anyone else, he was mad at himself The self–blame she detected earder wasn’t her own imagination. Why would he blame himself? What did he do to Damian?

Warned. Shirley headed to Damian’s bed, and Arthur had just stepped out of it. “Good wining, Mis, Blackwood.

Shirley offered no reply and entered them where she found Damian quietly in bed. His cheeks were rosy, these were no new injuries on his body, and he appeared to be soundly asleep. Shirley beratheda sigh of relied and named to Arthur. “What happened?”

With a migh, Arthur replied, “Ras touched Damian earlier, and he lost it. He started screaming and even used things at people. Mr. Blackwood had no other choice but to knock him out.” Chalay frowned. “Banyone hat?”

was struck by mugurky, it’s only

up, I’ll get him to apologize to

Blackwood” Arthur bowed to her but didn’t excuse

Shirley asked. “What’s the matter?”

Backwood hasn’t had donet

clock, Shirley sw that it was ali rady

00 pro when they were racing earlier.

was working overtime, he could have eaten in his office. It was no wonder that he had stomach issues with these frequent sessions of prolonged hunger. When Shirley put

in Eldertons- a man with ruthless means, sinkster ideas, would know was Ismeticamus.

everyone. For such a self–centered man,

of those questions, tharlay booked at the

herself when she held a gun that night, and how demure the locked in an apron been with a silver spoon is her mouth, she didn’t have to move a finger and everything would be ready for her with just one word, but why

wondered just exactly what kind of perion Shirley

away everything, leaked, “Athertoned that you haven’t had dinner yet. Should I make you

Birley way cooking, hesloot outside the