Knock. Knock.
The sound echoed through the dimly lit room.
Damien's sharp blue eyes flickered toward the door, his smirk lingering as he adjusted his stance.
Whoever it was… they had no idea what kind of person they were about to meet.
He had changed.
And soon, the world would realize it, too.
"Enter," he called out, his voice smooth, composed.
The door creaked open.
A familiar figure stepped inside—a well-dressed man in a crisp black suit, his silver-rimmed glasses reflecting the low light of the room. His posture was straight, his expression neutral, but the moment his gaze settled on Damien, there was something unmistakable in his eyes.
Disapproval.
Damien's smirk widened slightly.
Ah. So it's you, Owen.
Owen Lancaster.
The Elford family butler, a man who had served this household for over two decades. He was loyal, efficient, and utterly unforgiving when it came to Damien's past failures.
"Young Master," Owen greeted, his voice as crisp as ever.
