The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 195: A Pawn Who Thinks He’s King-3

The words held no warmth.

“No mercy.”

“Destroying your father’s legacy is the only way to break that chain.”

His jaw tightened.

“You will see him soon.”

A faint, chilling smile touched his lips.

“That is the last kindness I will ever give you.”

His phone rang.

Damien glanced at the screen.

Ashcroft.

He answered immediately.

“Yes.”

Ashcroft’s voice came through the line, tense.

“I received new intel. Viktor ordered Marco Greco brought to him/

Damien didn’t react.

“Sources say he was taken down to the basement.”

A pause.

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“What if Viktor squeezes him hard enough?” Ashcroft continued. “What if Greco cracks and starts

talking?”

Damien’s gaze drifted back to the horizon.

“He won’t.”

Ashcroft hesitated.

“You sound very certain.”

Damien’s tone remained calm.

“Marco Greco is many things. Arrogant. Ambitious. Reckless.”

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A faint smirk crossed Damien’s face.

“But he is far too proud to break that easily.”

His phone vibrated in his hand.

Damien frowned slightly and pulled the phone from his ear, glancing at the screen.

Viktor Volkov.

Ashcroft’s voice crackled faintly through the speaker.

“What? What happened?”

Damien didn’t answer immediately.

He opened the message.

A photograph filled the screen.

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Marco Greco sat slumped in a metal chair, wrists bound behind him. Blood soaked the front of his

shirt. His face was barely recognizable-one eye swollen completely shut, cheekbone purple and distorted, dried blood crusted along his jaw.

But it was the knee that caught Damien’s attention.

Marco’s left trouser leg had been ripped open, the knee beneath mangled and soaked in dark red where the drill had bitten through flesh. The leg hung crooked at an unnatural angle.

Damien’s expression didn’t change.

Beneath the image was a short message.

I followed your advice and handled some housekeeping. It seems I’ll be sleeping peacefully tonight.

Damien let out a quiet breath as he read the message.

Then he lifted the phone back to his ear.

“Viktor’s paranoid,” he said calmly. “Not the sharpest tool in the shed… but not the dullest either.”

Ashcroft frowned on the other end of the line.

“What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, Damien simply forwarded the message.

A second later Ashcroft’s phone buzzed on the other end of the line.

There was a pause.

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“Holy shit.”

Ashcroft’s voice lowered as he stared at the screen.

“He got it good… Christ.”

Another pause.

“Look at that knee…”

He exhaled sharply.

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