Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 247

That morning, an explosive story shot to the top of the trending lists on every social media platform.

#JarrowCitysCrownPrinceDumped

#ClarkeFamilyCEOGoesWildForLoveDrunkInOffice

#DamienALoveScornedStory

The accompanying photos were deliberately unflattering.

One was a candid shot from a passerby, showing Damien's back as he knelt in a downpour.

Another, taken through the crack of his office door, showed a side profile of Damien with stubble on his face, his eyes as empty and dead as ashes.

The comment section was a frenzy.

"Never thought I'd see the day. The untouchable Damien Clarke, brought to his knees?"

"I heard the woman was a divorcée?"

"Clarke family stock is about to tank, right? Sell, sell, sell!"

At the Clarke Tower, the PR department's phones were ringing off the hook.

Dozens of reporters with cameras and microphones swarmed the entrance, wishing they could sprout wings and fly inside to get a shot of the disgraced CEO.

Felix, sweating, stood before Damien's desk with a tablet in hand, delivering his report.

"Mr. Clarke… Julian also leaked the photos of you going to the police station to check the surveillance footage."

"Now the rumors are flying that you're under suspicion for… for unlawful confinement, and they're even saying you have mental health issues…"

"Several of the major shareholders are already causing a scene in the conference room, demanding you give them an explanation."

Behind the desk, Damien was still wearing the same wrinkled shirt.

He toyed with a lighter, the sound of it clicking open and shut filling the silence.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow at Felix's report.

"An explanation?" Damien scoffed. "Since they enjoy a good show so much, let's give them one."

"Felix."

"Sir!"

"Call the police."

Felix froze. "Call… the police? To arrest who?"

Damien finally looked up.

"Whoever started the rumors, arrest them."

"That 'Jarrow City Exposé' account, and any other blog that got more than five hundred shares."

"Compile a list, and have the legal department line up at the station to file reports."

"Don't let a single one of them off the hook."

"As for Julian…" A cruel smile played on Damien's lips.

"Since he enjoys playing games with public opinion, let's have a look at the taxes for that company of his."

Elliot took the elevator to the top floor and strode directly to the CEO's office.

The moment he pushed the door open, he was hit by a thick wave of stale smoke and alcohol.

Elliot frowned, waving the smoke away from his face.

He immediately saw Damien, slouched in a leather executive chair.

He looked like a homeless man.

The fire in Elliot's heart flared up.

He marched over, grabbed Damien by the collar, and hauled him out of the chair.

"Damien!"

"Is this how you fucking take care of her?!"

"When she left with you, what the hell did you promise me?"

"And now? Where's Grace?!" Elliot roared, the veins on his neck bulging.

If murder wasn't a crime, he would have put a bullet in Damien right then and there.

Faced with Elliot's fury, Damien offered no resistance, letting himself be held.

"Go ahead and hit me," Damien said, his eyes downcast. "If killing me could bring her back, then do it."

Elliot's raised fist froze in mid-air.

He looked at Damien's half-dead state and suddenly felt disgusted.