Chapter 36

“I can’t believe it! Are you telling me that Mr. Combs was assaulted right there in the club?”

Damien was this close to spitting out all the water he had in his mouth as he was drinking it over breakfast when his mother said this, apparently continuing a conversation she had with her husband when they were in the bedroom, as if it had never stopped until they moved to the dining room for breakfast.

Her husband continued recounting everything that had happened last night, except it wasn’t what really happened last night—unless somebody was viewing it from a greedy, twisted, bankrupt millionaire’s perspective.

“The police should find that person! How terrible!” Tricia said, feeling a bit of her appetite leaving her.

From the corner of her eye, she could see that her son was not about to contribute to the conversation anytime soon and was more or less ignoring them, but she noticed that he was paying rapt attention, his ears practically perked up, even though hi