423 Her Other Projec

It was almost lunchtime when Felix came back to Golden Phoenix Residences. He found Amelia, Katherine, and Styles in the living room hovering on a computer that the latter was working on.

"Right… there…" Styles tapped a key on the keyboard and the screen froze, showing a picture of a man in a suit.

"That son of a bîtch. I was right," Katherine cursed. Her brows furrowed as she stared at the screen and saw Chris getting out of the Central Harbor Restaurant on the day that he paid them a visit in the penthouse. In fact, the footage that they saw showed a timestamp, and it was an hour before Chris arrived at the penthouse. 

Though seeing him come out from there didn't prove anything yet, she was already feeling positive about her doubts. "Did you see who else was there? We could only see his exit, so where did he enter?"

Styles shook his head. "I tried, but it's been a bust. It's like I said before, there must be some other ways to get inside that restaurant. We have to get a blueprint layout of this building. We need to know where he went in or whoever that mystery person he was meeting there."

"Do you think… that restaurant is…" Amelia's voice trailed off, but even if she didn't finish her words, Styles and Katherine already knew what she was thinking.

"No, it can't be…" Katherine shook her head softly, though a part of her was already almost convinced.

"It's impossible," Styles's voice was also unconvincing. "Isn't it? That… No. That can't be Shadow's new base… Can it?"

The air in the room suddenly became thick as the three of them wondered the unthinkable. "Whatever it is, we'll hopefully get more information after tonight's party," said Katherine.

They were so engrossed with what they were doing that they didn't notice Felix had already sat in front of them. It wasn't until Styles acknowledged his presence that the two women looked up. 

"Felix… You're back." Katherine scanned the room but she didn't see Damien anywhere.

Taking something out from the inner pocket of his jacket, Felix handed a medium-sized brown envelope to Amelia. "Damien wanted me to give you this."

"What is this?" Amelia received the envelope and carefully took out the contents inside. Her eyes immediately watered upon seeing the familiar photograph, only this time, apart from the original photo, there were a few more of that photograph but in different sizes. Damien clearly had this done for her to be able to keep it wherever she wanted. Katherine saw the photo and a small smile painted her face as she gently stroked Amelia's back—she was happy for her.

"We located the owner of the club and Damien made a deal with him so you could keep that. A very sneaky deal, if I may say… but… well… It was Damien's choice," Felix answered.

"What deal?" The concern on Amelia's face was evident.

Felix then told them about Giovanni De Luca and Damien's meeting earlier and how they came to an agreement.

"What?" Katherine shot up from her seat, clearly shocked to hear what Felix just told them. "He made a deal with the Mafia?!"

Amelia was also stunned. "So a De Luca owned that club? No wonder he was there last night…"

Felix nodded. "And Damien surely didn't like the way that De Luca talked about you." He glanced at Katherine, who shifted under his gaze.

Katherine and Amelia looked at each other; they were reminded of how they danced to gain any of the VIP's attention. 

Clearing her throat, Katherine asked, "Where is he? What time is he coming back here?" She didn't like not seeing Damien. He had only come back last night and he was already gone the next morning.

"I'm not sure. He didn't say anything about coming here today."

"Was he still mad… at me?" Her voice sounded weak. When Felix only shrugged and didn't say anything else, she could only nod. She couldn't blame Damien. After coming back from the trip, he had been disappointed consecutively. She excused herself and headed towards her bedroom.

However, just before she reached her door, there was a team of stylists and assistants that entered her penthouse—along with Ava, Mr. West's assistant, who came with the dress that Katherine would be wearing for tonight's event. Her evening dress was on a mannequin and it was covered with a cloth to avoid it from getting dirty—and for the prying eyes, of course.

"What's this?" Katherine wondered. She wasn't surprised to see Ava as she had expected for the dress to be delivered at that hour, but she wasn't sure about the other people whom she had only seen today.

Just as she asked, Markus came in. "Good noon, Ms. Young. This is the team that will help you prepare for tonight's event."

"But I didn't order a team…"

"Mhmm. But Boss did. He had it arranged since last week. They'll be following the service that he had requested then. Where shall I have them set up?"

Still somewhat surprised, Katherine pointed at her bedroom. "In my room is fine…" As soon as she said that, the team of stylists brought all their stuff to her room. It reminded her of that preparation for the gala that Damien had arranged—where she ended up being auctioned to in the evening—well at least, her evening gown was. The evening gown that made her glow like a luminous jellyfish. 

The memory made her blush and she bit her bottom lip. She felt even guiltier than she already was. Ugh. Whatever she did… she just ended up disappointing Damien every single time. Now she was ashamed and disappointed in herself. How was this helpful in her quest to 'proving it' to him? It didn't help at all. She was still at the bottom level. She had to appease him so he wouldn't be mad anymore. And she planned to do that tonight…

The plan for her mission was still in the works and it won't happen anytime soon. However, that didn't mean that she'd have to stop her other project, did it? The frown on her face slowly turned into a charming smile as she thought of ways on how to shake Damien's wall. He couldn't keep avoiding her advances, could he?