Chapter 905

Damian didn't bother acknowledging Denzel any further. He simply grabbed Zelda and walked away. With his long legs and simmering anger, Damian's pace was swift. His fingers were interlocked tightly with Zelda's, forcing her to half-jog just to keep up. "Slow down," Zelda said, halting in place to make him stop. Damian finally took her into consideration and slowed his steps. "What's gotten into you?" she muttered under her breath, tugging at her hand but failing to break free. His grip was firm like an iron shackle. Noticing that the path they were taking wasn't the way back, Zelda asked in confusion, "Where are you taking me?" "To see the director," Damian replied in a steady, unwavering voice. The thought of last night made his expression turn even colder. If Denzel had any ill intentions, Zelda might have already fallen into his trap by now. The director was the mastermind behind it all. Although it was lunchtime, the crew was still filming. The director stared at the screen