Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 1060

Chapter 1060 Trent's Conundrum Unfolds
Despite knowing that these partners would undoubtedly demand certain conditions to offset potential losses, Damien remained resolute in his decision. He was willing to risk a substantial amount of money to prevent Trent from sending Savannah to Sebastian.

It struck Steve as perplexing. For Savannah, she was merely a friend whom Cherise had lost touch with for seven or eight years. As for Damien, he was basically an unknown person to Savannah, hardly even qualifying as a friend. Yet, here he was, willing to extend his help through such complicated means to help them.

Steve drew in a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Damien with a mixture of admiration and respect. "Cherry has found a remarkable man."

Cherise, nestled comfortably in Damien's embrace, understood the sentiment behind Steve's words. She smiled softly and remarked, "I'm sure you'd help us if we found ourselves in a similar situation."

Steve gazed at them softly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Deep down, he knew that if he were in Damien's position, he might not possess the same level of generosity and selflessness.

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Meanwhile, in Calais.

Trent's impatience was palpable as he leaned forward in the taxi, his gaze fixed on the gridlocked road ahead. "Driver, why aren't we moving? What's causing this delay?"

Sitting in the backseat of the taxi, he couldn't understand the reason for the unexpected delay.

The driver's expression turned sympathetic. "It's a citywide safety inspection today, sir," he explained calmly. "All the big companies are rushing to clear out their vehicles, causing quite the traffic jam."

After delivering his explanation, the driver stole a brief glance at Trent in the back seat, his eyes holding a hint of uncertainty. "If you're really pressed for time, would you prefer to just take your suitcase with you and leave?"

Trent's features tightened with a mixture of apprehension and contemplation, his gaze instinctively drawn towards the suitcase resting beside him.

It was a substantial case adorned with numerous ventilation holes along its back. Within its confines lay...

Savannah, the woman he had drugged.

It wasn't merely a matter of disregarding their shared history; rather, it boiled down to the fact that this woman held a monetary value of five hundred thousand.

A sum so significant that a man had offered it to Trent in exchange for just one night with Savannah.

Closing his eyes, Trent grappled with the weight of that considerable sum—five hundred thousand dollars.

Enough to secure a respectable down payment on a house, with ample left over to furnish it to his liking.