Chapter 34

The clubhouse is poorly lit, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

As the door to the private room swung open, the person lounging on the couch sprang to their feet in a flash.

The clubhouse manager entered, holding the door open and gesturing for the visitor to enter.

"Mr. Damien, please come in."

At the sound of the name, Jackson Drew visibly paled.

He stared in horror at the tall figure striding in and felt his legs weak with fear.

"Damien, Damien Wolfe..."

Damien shot Jackson a cold glance before seating himself on the sofa.

The manager smiled and said, "Mr. Damien, let me know if you need anything. I'll leave you to it."

The door to the private room shut, enveloping the space in silence.

Jackson stood frozen, feeling the air conditioner was too cold and shivering uncontrollably.

He cast a wary glance at the man sitting on the sofa like a king.

"Damien, what brings you here?" he asked tentatively, though he knew full well why he was being summoned.

But now he regretted his actions more th