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CHAPTER 92: WHAT'S MY NAME, BROTHER?

DAMIEN’S POV:

You have got to be kidding me. Was he the one behind all of this? Him? How can someone so irrelevant and low-class be the reason behind all of this?

No, something about this did not add up. My fists clench with rage, and I feel my anger escalating.

“Quit the yapping and give me, my daughter, your low life,” I growled, and he raised a brow.

“Oh? You are no fun. I expected some sort of shock or amazement; you are nothing but a walking blob of rage and disappointment,” he snickered, and his words caused something to snap in me.

Calm yourself, Damien; calm down. Remember, he still has Ariana; you have no idea where she is. You cannot risk losing her because of your anger.

When he saw that I was not going to say anything, he sighed and said, “Let her go.”

The sound of fast-approaching footsteps filled the air, and Ariana’s little form
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