Chapter 235 If You're Not Afraid, Just Watch Closely
Three minutes ago, Damian stormed into the Clearwater Bay Club, seething with anger, heading straight to the top-floor private room.
He spotted Nathan about to open the door.
"What are you doing?" Damian's voice was low but chilling.
Nathan froze, staring at the dark figure that appeared out of nowhere. "Damian?"
Damian's expression remained unchanged. "Looking for someone?"
Nathan felt a surge of panic as he feared being caught trailing Ashley. Swiftly regaining his composure, he forced a sheepish smile. "Thanks for the heads-up, Damian. Almost went into the wrong room. I was drinking with friends next door."
Damian's gaze was piercing but he didn't call him out. "Drink less. Grandpa hates heavy drinking."
Nathan got the hint. "Got it. Just don't tell Grandpa, or he'll scold me."
Damian ignored Nathan. As he opened the door, he heard Ashley's sweet singing. His anger flared, and he clenched his fists, heading straight for her.
Damian commented silently, 'Great! She really knew how to play!'
Thomas said she brought Patrick to the club to find someone, but he didn't expect her to dress up as a hostess.
Ashley, on the other hand, was stunned.
Why was Damian here?
The Clearwater Bay Club, although boasting the right atmosphere, exuded a tackiness that didn't sit well with Damian.
Ashley barely had a moment to collect her thoughts before she felt Damian's intense gaze fixed upon her.
Ashley whispered, "Sir, may I help you?"
She wasn't sure if these people knew Damian, so she didn't dare reveal his identity.
Damian's lips were sharp, capable of cutting with a word. "Nice singing."
Ashley forced a smile. "Thanks."
Damian grabbed her wrist, scrutinizing her face. Whoever did her makeup did a terrible job. "Not only do you sing well, but you also look pretty."
He pulled Ashley to the sofa without giving her a chance to resist.
He didn't care whose room it was; he sat in the most spacious spot like he owned the place.
Robert and the others, along with a few hostesses, were all shocked.
"Who the hell are you?" One guy jumped up, grabbing a bottle and aiming it at Damian's head.
Ashley sat obediently by his side, looking like a meek lamb.
Damian turned his cold face to the side. "Put it down."
The guy spat. "Do you know who I am?"
Damian's cold demeanor stood out, making the room seem more dignified.
Ashley realized it wasn't about where you were, but who showed up that mattered.
Damian asked, "Who do you think you are?"
"Are you insulting me?"
In a fit of rage, the guy swung the bottle at Damian's face.
Damian caught the bottle with a backhand, and in the next moment, crimson wine mixed with blood flowed down the guy's head as the bottle shattered.
The guy was stunned, not expecting anyone to dare hit him. "You actually hit me! Guys, get him!"
At his call, Robert and the others rushed forward. Whether out of loyalty or confidence in their numbers, four men jumped up, ready to fight.
Ashley was alarmed. "Be careful!" she exclaimed.
Damian, unhurried, glanced at the disguised Ashley. "If you're scared, close your eyes. If not, watch closely."
He remained seated, sweeping his leg out to block the first attack.
The attacker fell to his knees, gritting his teeth in pain but unable to make a sound.
The second man, seeing Damian's skill, hesitated, grabbing two wine bottles and taking a stance.
Damian stayed seated, kicking a sofa to collide with the man's leg, sending him stumbling back against the wall.
Robert, recognizing Damian's prowess, smiled diplomatically. "Do you need something from us? Let's discuss it; I'm not one for violence."
Damian crossed his legs, pulling out a cigarette. Ashley, cooperating, lit it for him, earning a meaningful glance from him.
Ashley bit her lip and sat back down.
Exhaling smoke, Damian said, "Are you Robert?"
Robert's face filled with a smile as he scrutinized the unfamiliar man, whose imposing presence suggested he wasn't just anyone. "That's right, I am. And you are?"
Damian replied, "You don't need to know me."
The man with the bottles felt disrespected and yelled furiously, "Robert, don't bother talking to him! I'll take care of him!"
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Benjamin?"
Benjamin Johnson paused, then chuckled, "You seem to know me. Offer a heartfelt apology, finish all the wine on the table, and maybe I'll let you off the hook."
Damian's lips curled slightly as he uttered lightly, "Good idea."
Just as Benjamin reached for the wine, a sudden sharp pain struck the back of his head. He tried to turn around but found himself immobilized. "Let me go..."
Thomas grabbed his neck, sneering, "Mr. Johnson, long time no see."
Benjamin's mind went blank as he heard that familiar voice. It was a voice he could never forget. It brought back memories of the time he had tirelessly tried to establish a partnership with KM Group, only to end up dealing with Damian's assistant, Thomas, after numerous failed attempts."Thomas? What brings you here?"
Thomas said coldly, "Mr. Johnson. I heard you were offering drinks?"
Fear and dread consumed Benjamin as he stared at the man on the sofa. A fleeting thought raced through his mind. 'This can't be right... Damian wouldn't frequent a place like the Clearwater Bay Club with his standing. Could this be someone from Damian's inner circle?'
Benjamin fawned and responded cautiously, "Not really, just a small gathering with friends. Thomas, please have a seat."
Thomas pressed his neck, pushing him onto the table, his nose near a glass of wine. "Sure, but you should have a few drinks first."
Benjamin's hands trembled. "Sure, no problem."
Thomas let go, standing aside with his arms crossed. "There's a whole table of drinks. Take your time, Mr. Johnson."
Benjamin dared not disobey, gritting his teeth as he downed a glass. "Thomas..."
"Keep going, Mr. Johnson. There's plenty more."
Benjamin's face turned completely pale.
Ashley tugged at Damian's sleeve, whispering, "Mr. Hearst, why are you here?"
Damian, holding a cigarette, displayed the perfect image of a carefree gentleman. "And you?"
Ashley gritted her teeth. "I told Thomas I'm here on business."
"Coincidentally, so am I."
