Chapter 1091

Chapter 1091 Cup of Tea

As Damien navigated the speedboat to the island where Raymond was, Cherise disembarked and sensed her legs falter beneath her.

As efficient as ever, Damien's subordinates swiftly penetrated the defenses of the black-clad guards stationed outside, encircling the villa. "Mr. Lenoir," Otto, who had been lurking nearby, rushed over to deliver his report. However, upon catching sight of Cherise, he abruptly froze in his tracks. Cherise offered a hesitant smile in return.

Damien's brow furrowed slightly. "We'll address the issue with Mrs. Lenoir's later. What's the current status?"

"The villa has two exits, one facing the front and the other at the rear," Otto finally breathed a sigh of relief, his voice hushed as he reported. "The staff occasionally use the rear door to dispose of rubbish, offering a potential point of entry. Meanwhile, the front entrance remains sealed shut, untouched. Every window in the villa is shrouded, leaving the interior a mystery..."

Damien's brow knit in a frown, poised to interject, when the front door swung open. "Greetings, esteemed guests. Please, do come inside," a middle-aged woman garbed in servant's attire chirped as she stepped out. "My master has thoughtfully prepared hot tea for your enjoyment."

Otto cast a frightened glance at Damien. "This is the villa's servant..."

"The night air bears a chill," the servant remarked louder when met with silence. Raising her voice, she continued, "My master thoughtfully noted that a steaming cup of tea would be a most welcome respite on such a cold evening. Especially with a lady among you."

Otto turned to Damien, his expression a blank slate. "Mr. Lenoir, what do we do?" Damien's lip curled in a sneer. "You're asking me what to do?" he scoffed. "We've been made, plain and simple. Let's go in." With a reassuring grip on Cherise's hand, he added, "Mr. Hampson, join us. Otto, hold the perimeter with the rest. If we're not back in thirty minutes, charge in."

"Alright!"

The villa sprawled in spacious emptiness yet boasted meticulous furnishing. Guided by the servant, Damien and Cherise traversed from the ground level to the basement. As they descended, the atmosphere grew dank and clammy, tinged with the unmistakable tang of the nearby seaside. The servant swung open a hefty iron door, then another. "Please go ahead," she instructed, pausing before a wooden door. "The one you seek resides within."

Damien narrowed his eyes, nudging the door ajar while keeping a firm grip on Cherise's hand. Within the room, a table awaited, bearing two cups of steaming hot tea. Seated at the table, his back to them, was a man in a wheelchair. Across from him, Beckham slouched in a chair, his countenance distressed, as well as... Raymond, bound and kneeling on the floor.

The scene unfolding before Damien and Cherise sent shockwaves through them. Until this moment, they had assumed the black-clad figures outside were Raymond's allies. Even before Jude's encounter with Damien, it was clear that the island's inhabitants were there to safeguard Raymond. Yet here they were, discovering Raymond and Beckham held captive within these walls.

Raymond's apparent lack of status struck them even more, starkly contrasting with Beckham's relatively comfortable confinement. While Beckham sat restrained in a chair with cushioned support, Raymond knelt, his restraints leaving him in an inferior position that was difficult to fathom.

Cherise stole a glance at Damien, who, despite his shock, maintained his composure. Squinting, he addressed the figure before them, "And who might you be..."

"Hello, Damien." The man offered a faint smile, turning to meet Damien's gaze.