Chapter 82

Naya's sleek black car glided up the winding driveway, the mansion's grandeur looming before her like a palace. She brought the vehicle to a smooth stop, and before she could even switch off the engine, a stern-faced guard emerged from the shadows, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny.

"Can I help you?" he asked gruffly, his hand resting on the holster at his hip.

Naya's confidence was unwavering. 

"I'm here to see Damien," she stated, her voice clear and authoritative.

The guard's expression turned skeptical. 

"Do you have an appointment with him?" he asked, his tone implying that she was unlikely to have such a privilege.

Naya's eyes flickered with confusion. 

"No...I don't think I need an appointment to see him," she replied, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

The guard raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he seemed to come to a decision. 

"Oh, you can't come in without an appointm