Damien looked down at Elora, who was reaching out to the wait staff for another cup of tequila. His nose blaring with a heavy breath, he turned to the tycoon who was present at the meeting they all had, standing next to him, gallant and determined.

" It's all set right?"

" We're prepared, it'll start anytime soon,"

" Nothing must go wrong, she mustn't get hurt," he said before tracing his eyes back to Elora.

" Our only target is him, there's no reason to be afraid."

" I'm not," he asserted.

The tycoon smirked. The governor couldn't reject the offer of taking Larsen out of the way with...