The café’s quiet hum is shattered as the two men in dark suits step forward, their commanding presence immediately drawing all eyes. Their expressions are cold and impassive, their movements deliberate as they approach Damion. He stiffens, his jaw clenching, but he doesn’t move.
“Mr. Damion Ryder,” the taller man announces, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the air. “You are being detained under orders from Mr. Lionel Grayson for unpaid debts totaling $85 million. You will be held in custody until the matter is resolved or payment is made in full.”
My breath catches. Eighty-five million dollars? The figure rings in my ears like a death knell. My gaze snaps to Damion, whose expression hardens, though his hands twitch at his sides as if fighting the urge to lash out.
“This is a mis
