Chapter 123

That arrogant bastard never bothered to keep a low profile. Flashy, overconfident, and always making a scene—just like now. But Daimon’s irritation turned into something far sharper when he saw Arden lifting Elyana into the car with ease, his movements far too smooth, far too familiar. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Was that bastard trying to charm her? The thought sent a surge of anger through him. Elyana was stubborn, proud—she wouldn’t fall for Arden’s tricks, would she? Daimon’s jaw clenched as he shoved his phone aside and started the engine. He wasn’t about to sit back and watch. If Arden thought he could just walk in and take what wasn’t his, he was dead wrong. Without hesitation, Daimon redialed a number he rarely used. When the chief of the traffic police brigade answered, his voice was sharp and direct. "Check a license plate for me. I want to know where this car is right now." It wasn’t often Daimon used his influence like this. But today, he didn’t hesitat