At the side, Tristan blinked and exclaimed,
"Damien, this kid really looks like you. Since when do you have a daughter? We've never heard you mention anything about it before!"
"Don't spout nonsense." Damien scolded, somewhat at a loss.
It was the first time in his life that he had ever had a child hug his thigh trustingly and call him 'Daddy'.
After thinking about it, he squatted down, rubbed the little girl's hair, and said softly,
"I'm not your Daddy. You must have made a mistake. Did you wander off from your parents? I'll take you to look for them."
Hearing this, the little girl looked at Damien in shock and suddenly began wailing loudly.
"Daddy, you're a big bad guy. You don't want me anymore!"
Damien was dumbfounded and at a loss.
Like what the f**k was happening?
After a while, and some painstaking effort, he finally managed to cajole her and convince her to go to the service counter of the mall with him.
There, he nformed the service staff about the little girl being lost and gave a thorough explanation before leaving the mall.
When he left, the little girl was bawling her eyes out, almost causing Damien to come back for her.
But unfortunately, he still had important things to deal with. Otherwise, he would have kept her company until her parents arrived.
Not quite long after they left, a woman hurried to the service counter of the mall and hugged the weeping little girl, extremely heartbroken.
"Bella darling...I'm sorry I'm late..."
There was still some lingering fear within her.
Earlier on, she had intended to just make a quick trip to the bathroom, but she ended up running into a troublesome client who pestered her for a long time before leaving.
Over the past few years, she had been cherishing her daughter like she was her life. If anything happened to her daughter...
She didn't dare to think about it any longer.
"Mommy, I just saw Daddy just now. But he said that I had mistaken him for someone else... How could I be mistaken? He was Daddy!" the girl exclaimed, her lips pursed and on the verge of tears.
"What?!" The woman's body suddenly stiffened.
..........
Outside the mall, six tall and burly bodyguards with domineering auras and clad in black suits walked toward Damien and Tristan and stood still in front of them, or rather Damien in particular.
By now everyone's eyes were now on them.
Remaining still and composed, Damien raised his eyebrows.
"Mr Cole"
The bodyguards parted to the sides, revealing an old man and a middle-aged man behind them.
The old man, whose hair and beard were white, was around fifty to sixty years old and donning an immaculate suit. He looked smart and energetic. The middle-aged man beside him was also decked out in subtly luxurious designer apparel. It was obvious that they were wealthy.
The old man walked up to Damien and kept his aged eyes fixed on him.
All of a sudden, he bowed to Damien.
" Sir my name is Ryan Smith, the head butler of the Wallace family. I'm here to take you back home, to Washington DC."
The indifferent gaze in Damien's eyes suddenly became sharp!
The Wallaces?
They want me back to DC? This must be the greatest joke ever!
He grinned contemptuously.
"It's surprising that the prestigious and noble Wallace family still remember me. I still remember vividly getting kicked out of the Wallace family together with my mother by you people twenvy years ago. You people said that I'm unworthy of being a member of the Wallace and even warned us not to go near DC again, or else my mother and I would be taught a big lesson.
"You're here to take me back to Washington DC? Now answer me where in DC are you taking me back to? Or is it that all the Wallace family have all dropped dead?"
Damien shouts, his voice full of the endless anger that he had been suppressing all these years.
Ryan Smith was speechless.
Damien's words were certainly aggressive and harsh, but he himself knew that the Wallace family had indeed let him down back then.
He let out a long sigh.
"No matter what, so many years have passed, and Mr Wallace has gotten on in his years. He just wants to spend some quality time with his children and grandchildren, and this includes you. After all, you carry the blood of the Wallace..."
"No I don't. My last name is Cole, not Wallace." Damien interrupts him.
"And if that rubbish you just vomited from your mouth is all you want to say to me, pardon me, but I don't have the time to listen to your nonsense."
Damien then turned around to leave, but Ryan hurriedly stopped him.
"Mr Cole, wait a minute!"
He swiftly grabbed a PIN-locked briefcase from one of the bodyguards behind him and handed it to Damien respectfully with both hands.
"This is all the information and the equity transfer letter of the Rockswiss Corporation, which used to belong to your mother. Now, it's only right for you to take over its operations. Treat it as a little compensation from the Wallace family"
"A little compensation?" Damien asked, smiling mirthlessly.
"The Rockswiss Corporation belongs to my mother in the first place. The Wallace family just forcefully snatched it away from her and encroached on it. Even if you didn't return it, I'd snatch it back on my own! Hahahaha....you snatched someone else's property, and now you're acting like you're giving it to me out of kindness, in a platter of gold. And you still expect me to be grateful too? How thick-skinned! Wow.... Now let me warn you, don't you ever take me for a fool, and don't you ever dare provoke me ever again. Or else I'll tear your entire family into tiny peices!"
He then pushed the bodyguards away and left with the briefcase.
Staring at his taut back, Ryan shook his head and sighed.
"Ah, he's still as hot-tempered as ever."
As the head butler of the Wallace family, Ryan Smith was well aware about the circumstances surrounding Damien and his mother's banishment from the family, that the Wallaces had indeed gone overboard back then.
However, their family's situation in Washington DC right now was unfavorable, and he had no choice but to think of a way to repair the relationship between Damien and the Wallace family.
Pushing aside his thoughts, Ryan smiled and then patted the middle-aged man next to him on his shoulder.
"Marcus Johnson you're now one of the most prominent figures in Greenville. You ought to do something about the matter regarding Mr Cole"
The middle-aged man nodded respectfully.
Sigh!
"Yes you're right. I only managed to achieve what I have today, all thanks to you and the Wallace family. It's only right for me to help out in this situation. Don't worry. I will definitely do my best to help Mr Cole"
If there were people who knew the middle-aged man and saw him being very polite and respectful toward Ryan Smith, they would have definitely been astonished.
Well, because he was Marcus Johnson, the wealthiest man in Greenville, and a well known renowned business tycoon who owned several businesses across several states in the country.