Damon’s POV

I was busy signing all the papers that I have to sign while I was sitting on my swivel chair inside my personal office here in the hotel where I stayed for a while when someone suddenly knocked. “Come in.”

The door opened. It was Edward.

“Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Furlord.”

“It’s alright. What is it?” I asked him as I put my pen on my table before looking at him.

Edward walked towards me, holding an envelope in his hand. “Someone sent this here, Mr. Furlord.” He said as he handed me the envelope.

“From who?”

“It doesn’t have a name or address where it came...