The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 544

Chapter 273: Waiting to Sink His Claws Into His Prey

The private jet continued its steady climb, disappearing into the endless blue sky.

Far below, the world carried on, completely unaware of the game unfolding behind the scenes.

Back at Blackwood Manor, the morning resumed as though nothing had happened.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and neatly knotted tie, Damien descended the grand staircase looking every bit the composed businessman preparing for another day at the office.

As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he found Dominic, Charles, and Eleanor seated in the living room over their morning tea.

Dominic was the first to notice him. He set his teacup down before looking at Damien.

“Son, I just spoke with your mother,” he said. “Everything went according to plan. Their plane took off a few minutes ago, and everything is clear on their end.”

A quiet sense of relief settled over Damien as Dominic looked at him steadily.

“Are you ready?”

Damien met his father’s gaze and nodded once.

“I am.”

Dominic gave a satisfied nod.

“In four hours, the first attack will be initiated,” he reminded him. “You should receive the notification around one o’clock this afternoon. I’ll be ready to leave the moment you call.” Damien nodded firmly before asking,

“What about Charles

“It’s woll had the chance.

. Don’t worry about us.” A reassuring smile crossed his face as he des, Volkov is after you, not us. Your priority is making sure you get

“Your grandfather is right. We’ll be just fine bewe. You with convey this manor.”

Her expression softened

“The one we’re worried about is you”

Damien offered her a reassuring smile

“I’ll be fine, Grandma. I can take care of myself”

“I know you can,” Eleanor replied, gently squeezing his our “Thats why do y me something.”

Damien looked at her curiously.

“What is it, Grandma?”

She lifted a hand to his cheek.

“Promise me you’ll bring my granddaughter-in-law home safely

A smile tugged at the corners of Damien’s lips.

“I promise.”

“That’s my good grandson.” Eleanor smiled warmly before giving his cheek a gente par

“Now off you go. You may be the CEO, but that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be late.

The tension in the room eased, and soft laughter rippled through the family.

Leaning down, Damien kissed his grandmother on the cheek.

Charles stepped forward and pulled him into a firm embrace.

“Be safe, son.”

“I will, Grandpa.”

After they separated, Damien turned to his father.

Dominic held his gaze for a long moment before saying,

“It’s our turn to play our part.”

Damien gave a single nod.

Bentley had disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, another man watched in silence like a predator waiting to the perfect moment to sink his claws into his prey.

In a dimly lit office, a crystal tumbler rested between long, scarred fingers. Ambe swirled lazily inside as its owner stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaza fiya

the glittering skyline beyond the glass.

Silence filled the room-not the silence of peace, but the silence of anticipation-until a sharp knock broke it.

The heavy door opened, and Igor stepped inside before lowering his head respectfully

“Boss, the doctors managed to stop the infection from spreading Greco regained consciousness.”

The man standing by the window didn’t turn around. A low, humorless laugh escaped him as he slowly raised the crystal tumbler to his lips.

“That son of a bitch really does have nine lives.”

Igor waited until he finished his drink before continuing.

“There’s one more thing. Roman has reported in.”

“Well?”

“The only activity so far is Damien Blackwood leaving the estate for the office. Roman is st tailing him, but everything appears normal. Nothing unusual.”

He hesitated before speaking again.

“Boss… what if Blackwood really has nothing to do with the attack? What if we’re wasting our resources following the wrong man?”

Volkov’s grip tightened around the glass.

He drained the remaining liquor in a single swallow before finally speaking.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Igor.”

He slowly turned away from the window, his cold eyes settling on Igor before raising a finger toward him.

“Never underestimate Damien Blackwood.”