Damien sat back on the luxurious sofa, casually swirling his drink as his eyes darted between Ye Fan and Natasha. The smirk on his lips was barely concealed, enjoying every moment of this little game.
Ye Fan, sitting across from him, was practically vibrating with excitement, oblivious to how deep into the trap he was already falling.
Natasha, on the other hand, was more cautious.
Her sharp gaze remained fixed on Damien, though even she couldn't hide her curiosity.
The staff returned with their drinks, and Ye Fan eagerly grabbed his glass. "To the future," he said with an easy grin, raising his glass to Damien, who returned the gesture with a slight smirk.
As the glasses clinked together, Natasha interrupted, her voice cutting through the room like a cold wind. "Before we start celebrating, shouldn't we at least know what this deal is? We don't even know your name."
