Seventy Two

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?”

Damien watched in amusement as Mason Connor spat, his hands clenching into fists as he glared at him.

He was giving out the exact reaction he desired, and now by yelling, he was only trying to coat his embarrassment with fury but Damien could see right through it and honestly it was simply pathetic to watch.

He wondered if Mason had learned anything from this downfall, that had befallen his family.

Had the motherfucker learnt values, lessons, morals, manners, anything at all? Damien didn’t think so, because by the looks of things, he had gained nothing.

And all Mason Connor seemed to have lost from before was the wealth his family had, but even till now his sour attitude still remained.

Damien clicked his tongue.

It was just like the Connors to feel threatened when they sensed competition, or any sign that someone was in a better position than they were, and it was also another reason why Damien would enjoy flinging them down their i