The butler's face turned awkward in a second.
As the days passed, he could handle it at first, but now...
Each time he faced Damon, he felt like he was under a ton of pressure.
"Um... Presley has..."
Damon's eyes moved, his icy gaze making the butler shiver.
"Presley..."
Damon ignored him and instead turned around, walking towards the stairs.
The butler was shocked, hurrying to follow. "You can't!"
Damon stopped. "You're telling me I can't?"
"I wouldn't dare..."
The butler was already sweating, Damon's aura forcing him to lower his head.
Damon gave him a cold look, continuing towards the stairs. Nathan closed his mouth tightly, his face serious. He also got up, following behind Damon.
They'd been back in here for a week, but Presley hadn't met anyone.
They were supposed to leave yesterday, but heard that Presley's condition suddenly worsened. Although they had doubts, no one dared to slack off.
They'd been patient until now, but today was Damon's special day.
A few bodyguards were taking turns standing guard at the grandfather's door. When they saw Damon, the originally slack guards immediately became alert and defensive.
Damon stood at the door, his features looking stern in the hallway light.
"Move."
"Sorry, Old Mr. Harper can't see visitors right now."
The bodyguard said stiffly, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Damon glanced at the closed door, narrowing his eyes at the end.
"Fine. If he doesn't want to see me, I'll keep waiting. When he wants to see me, I'll come."
With that, Damon turned to leave.
The butler quickly followed. He rushed to Damon's side, looking respectful, but actually blocking Damon's path.
"You can't leave..."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
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