Chapter Thirty-three

As Damien stepped out of Oscar’s bar, he fished out the keys to his sleek black car. He fumed as he got into the driver’s seat, his mind replaying the confrontation with Alfred. The thought of Brenda hanging around with his rival sent him into a rage, and he knew he had to deal with the situation. He turned the Ignition and was about to drive off when his phone rang. He hesitated for a few seconds before answering it.

“Hello?” Damien barked.

“Boss, we’ve got a situation,” a voice on the other end said.

“What situation?” Damien asked impatiently.

“One of your workers has stolen from you,” the voice replied.

Damien’s anger surged. He hated thieves more than anything, and he knew he had to handle the situation personally.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he growled, ending the call.

Damien arrived at the warehouse where the stolen goods were kept, and he stormed in. His men were gathered around, looking nervous.

“Who’s the thief?” Damien demanded.

One of his men stepped forward and pointe