Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Psychological and Physical Assault

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Everyone turned to look at Damian, instinctively stepping aside to clear a path.

The factory workers had never met the new president of the group, but the moment he walked in, the room fell into dead

silence.

There was something about the way he carried himself–an innate sense of control that didn’t need announcing.

He strode straight to the head of the conference table, expression cold and unreadable.

“Where is she?” he asked, voice low but heavy.

No one answered.

All eyes shifted to Daniel, the factory manager.

Damian’s gaze shifted toward him–calm, cold, unnervingly composed. His striking features only added to the pressure.

Whether it was fear or sheer intimidation, Daniel felt his throat tighten.

“Mr. Crowley,” he stammered, “we… we haven’t found Ms.

Chapter 38 Psychological and Physical Ass… Lawson yet.”

Damian’s voice was low, but sharp enough to cut. “You’re Daniel?”

“Yes, sir. I am.

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“You’re the one who received Ms. Lawson today. Logically, that means you should know her last whereabouts.” Damian’s voice was even, but each word hit like a weight.

Daniel’s heart thundered. His lips parted, but no air came. Finally, he forced out, “I–I did greet her, yes. I also walked her to the gate when she left. But after that, I swear–I don’t know where she went.”

“You really don’t know?” Damian leaned in slightly, his fingers resting on the table. His voice was calm, almost gentle–yet it pressed like a weight on Daniel’s chest.

“What if I showed you proof you’re lying?”

Daniel paled. “No, sir! I’m telling the truth!”

His voice trembled.

He was lying–and Damian knew it.

The others in the room who were involved avoided eye contact, heads down, beads of sweat forming on their brows.

Silence stretched.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Daniel screamed.

His face hovered barely inches above the table, breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Desmond didn’t let go. “This is your last chance.”

Everyone could feel it–the fear, the unraveling. The accomplices in the room were pale, their nerves frayed. If Daniel spoke, they were all going down.

Daniel opened his mouth. “Ms. Lawson is… she’s-”

“What the hell are you doing?!”

A loud voice cut through the tension.

It was Scoll, barging in through the door with Harper right behind him.

Damian turned his head slowly, his expression colder than ice.

Scott faltered under his gaze and immediately ducked behind Harper like a guilty dog.

Desmond, not even bothering to look, pointed directly at Scott.

“Drag him out. Break him.”

Several men–built like they belonged in a fight ring–moved toward Scott.

Scott yelped and bolted.

They chased him around the conference room.

Harper stood there in stunned confusion, eyes darting between Desmond and Damian.

Who… who is that?” she asked.

Killian leaned closer and replied quietly, “He’s Ms. Lawson’s… husband.”

Technically, the divorce wasn’t finalized yet, and Killian didn’t want to get dragged into the next beatdown.

Beatrice is married?

Harper’s mind went blank,

Meanwhile, Scott was caught.

Just as Desmond’s men were dragging him out, another group of local–looking thugs stormed in, led by a young man yelling “Uncle!”

They rushed Daniel, pulling him away from Desmond’s grip.

The fight broke out instantly.

Desmond had to defend himself, his men rushing in to shield him. In the chaos, Daniel was smuggled out.

Chapter 38 Psychological and Physical Ass…. Killian looked to Damian, waiting for a signal.

A single nod was all it took. Killian sent a message from his phone.

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