Damon Hawke looked at the woman blocking the car, his expression cold and stern.
After getting out of the car, he slammed the door shut.
The man's tall silhouette was elongated under the streetlight's illumination.
His chilling aura merged with the night, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
Though the air wasn't cold, it inexplicably felt freezing.
Victoria Don shivered inexplicably but quickly adjusted her emotions.
"Damon, you're back! I came to bring Charlie some toys, but he wouldn't let me in."
She feigned an innocent act, shaking the toy in her hand with a face full of grievance.
Damon Hawke's sharp gaze fixed on her, watching her feebly lean over, he barked commandingly, "Butler, arrest her for me!"
His voice was icy, starkly glaring in the night.
Victoria Don's heart skipped as she looked at the man akin to a king, exclaiming, "Damon, what are you doing?"
Why arrest her!
Could he possibly know something?
