Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1078 Deceptive Propositions "Mr. Gray has observedcountless times via the surveillance monitor, and yet you still need a reminder of who I am?" Damien retorted icily.

A cold smile played on Damien's lips as he regarded the man. "Shall I give an applause for Mr. Gray's acting prowess?" The man smiled in return, but his gaze remained sharp as he locked eyes with Damien. "My surprise isn't an act, I assure you. It's genuinely astonishing how swiftly you managed to trackdown." "Blyour impatience," Damien replied, his tone cool and calculated.

With a cold stare, Damien pressed on. "You planted numerous hidden cameras and bugged the entire area with concealed microphones, yet you failed to intercept Steve and my conversations, and you couldn't trace Steve's movements that day. Then, you redirected your attention to Savannah, scheming to glean information about Steve's whereabouts..." The man's gaze narrowed at Damien. "So, you foresaw my impatience and planned it all in advance, waiting for the mouse to eat the cheese in the trap?" "You could say that," Damien replied calmly.

The man's curiosity piqued. "How did you know I would take the bait?" "Because patience isn't your strong suit," Damien quipped.

to you." Stepping out of the car, he gestured toward a café nearby. "What do you say about continuing our discussion there?" The café, with its French windows, was bathed in a cascade of sunlight, illuminating the space with a warm, golden glow. Damien sat in a booth, his posture

contrast to the tranquility of the café. There was a tension in the air, palpable even amidst the soft murmur of

from Mr. Gray last year," Damien spoke, his voice low yet carrying an unmistakable edge. "I must say, I didn't expect to bear the brunt of your grudges." "I presumed the Gray family could weather setbacks

I gesture that sliced through the charged atmosphere like a swift reeze through autumn

a refined tone that inted at a hidden depth of intellect and conviction. Content belongs to ;wWith a gaze as sharp as

see, Gwenn and I are well acquainted." A subtle shift in the air accompanied Jude's next words. "Her trip this tto Calais," he began, his voice steady and unwavering, "was possible because I offered her my private jet." "I also own the helicopter you saw on the hotel rooftop," Jude went on,

he remarked, his gaze meeting Damien's with cool Oconfidence, "it's perfectly normal to lend a hand when she needs it." A subtle tension crackled in the air as Damien's eyes twitched, a telltale sign of the turmoil roiling beneath his composed exterior. "Are you trying to frighten me?" he asked, his voice portraying a hint

response was as direct as it was unapologetic. "Yes," he stated matter-of-factly, his words hanging in the air like a challenge waiting to be

capable of. It's only a matter of tbefore