Chapter 53

"Depending on his mood?" Max raised an eyebrow, clearly baffled. This guy was really something else. Then Damien continued, his tone sharp and cold, "Call the cops on the Taylor family. Have them clear the scene within ten minutes—trespassing charges. For the online mess, hire someone to wipe it all." "In half an hour, I want every trace of this gone—no more mentions, no more follow-ups." He handed the iPad back to White, lit a cigarette, eyes unreadable under the smoke. Quick, decisive, ruthless—that was Damien’s style. No one in the country held more sway, and he never played nice. "What about the anonymous tipster…" Max reminded softly. The one who started it all hadn’t been touched yet. Damien didn’t answer. Just took a slow drag from his cigarette, letting silence fill the space. "I’ll leave you to it, then," Max said, bowing slightly, well aware from years of experience that Damien had something else up his sleeve. He quietly stepped out of the meeting room. Back at the Taylors’