Chapter 2 - Damian Confronts The Suspicious Gala Guest Trying To Flee
Damian’s razor-sharp eyes locked onto the retreating figure of the guest wearing a dark charcoal Italian wool tuxedo.
Before the fleeing man could reach the heavy brass handles of the estate’s oak exit doors, Damian lunged across the floor.
His strong, tattooed hand clamped down on the man’s shoulder like an iron vise, spinning him around with terrifying force.
The guest gasped, his face draining of color as he stumbled back against a polished white marble pillar.
“Where are you going in such a rush, Julian?” Damian demanded, his voice dropping into a low, lethal whisper.
Julian’s eyes darted frantically toward the security guards who were now locking down every exit surrounding the grand ballroom.
“I was just going to my car to grab my phone, Damian! You have no right to detain me here!” Julian panicked.
Damian reached inside Julian’s open tuxedo jacket, effortlessly snatching a sleek metallic remote control device from his inner pocket.
A red LED light on the top of the strange device was pulsing rapidly in sync with the metallic thuds.
Mia ran over to Damian, hiding behind his leg as she pointed a small, trembling finger at the silver box.
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“Mister... the box is moving faster now!” the six-year-old child cried out, her small voice cutting through the room.
Damian ignored Julian’s protests, striding back toward the giant silver box while holding the mysterious remote controller firmly in hand.
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