Chapter 520:


    Frustration sat heavy in Jason’s chest, as if something thick and suffocating was blocking his breath. A storm passed over his features. To save some face, he scoffed. “So, she wants nothing to do with me? As if I’m desperate to see her in the first ce. My reason for being here is to drag you back home!”


    With quick, nervous steps, Jeff put distance between them. “Jason, I’m not leaving. I belong here now. Don’t meddle in my decisions!” Then, turning to Lance, Jeff said, “Lance, Elliana says you can head inside.”


    A flicker of surprise crossed Lance’s face before he quietly slipped inside, trailing behind Jeff and leaving Jason out there.


    Mockingughter escaped Damian. “You’re not wanted here. Go ahead and take your leave.”


    With no good reason to stay, Jason spun on his heel and marched off. Steel groaned as Damian swung the iron gate shut once Jason had crossed the threshold.


    A brief pause stopped Jason right outside, his eyes drifting back to study Damian. Oddly enough, something about this guy’s features nagged at his memory, as if they’d crossed paths once before.


    Damian, catching the intensity in Jason’s stare, began to fidget. Maybe Jason was starting to figure things out.


    Curiosity sparked in Jason. He asked, “Mind telling me your name?”


    Caught off guard, Damian blurted out a lie, “People call me Clover.” Jason’s gaze lingered, making the silence stretch and Damian’s nerves grow thinner.


    “You got a problem with that?” Damian asked, his voice steady on the surface.


    A chill indifference touched Jason’s reply. “No issue at all.” He turned away, heading for his car without a backward nce.


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    A silent breath escaped Damian once Jason’s back was turned. Relief was short-lived, though. From the corner of his eye, Damian noticed Jason raise a hand. A split secondter, a branch snapped through the air, hurtling straight for Damian’s face.


    Panic shot through Damian. Maybe this was some kind of test—Jason wanted to see how he would react. Dodging would give him away, but standing still meant taking the hit, and Jason hadn’t held back. What could he possibly do now?


    Just as the branch came flying toward him, Damian acted on reflex—he flung himself to the ground with theatrical ir, the thud echoing like a well-timed stage cue. Hisnding was wless: t on his back, limbs sprawled like a ragdoll, as though he had no clue Jason hadunched the attack.


    With a pained groan, Damian clutched at random parts of his body, overying the agony like an actor in a bad soap opera. A beatter, he hauled himself upright, swearing loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “Damn it! What the hell? I almost broke my damn neck!” Jason, watching the over-the-top disy, inwardly berated himself for his suspicion. What had he been thinking? This fumbling, floppy-haired mess couldn’t possibly be Damian—Death Thorn’s right-hand shadow. Not a chance. No way was the infamous Damian lurking behind a security badge at Regal Grove. And Elliana? Tied to Death Thorn? Ridiculous.


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