Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
You Ready?

Damara felt a dizzy feeling in his head, as well as his back that hurt. He tried to open his eyelids.

“I'm where?” lirih Damara's. Her bead skirted the room looking stuffy and dusty. A slightly moldy wall.

Damara sighed as she looked at her body sitting on a chair right in the middle of the room. His legs and hands tied to a chair, Damara is like a kidnapping film actor.

“It looks like this is indeed a kidnapping,” Damara said.

A sigh escaped from his mouth, there seemed to be no hope for him to escape. This room was completely empty, there was not a single item. The floor was so thick with dust, it seemed like an abandoned building.

The footsteps were clearly heard in an approaching voice, his eyes focused on a door opened by someone.

Damara saw a man who came in following some bodyguards who had managed to take him to this damn place.

The man looked at Damara's helpless body in place. “You know who I am?”

Damara shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “I don't care who you are!” damara said in a calm tone looking at the manic bead.

What caught his attention was the man's face that looked similar to Mark's. Not only that Damara saw on the man's waist there was a sword.

“Ah I know who you are,” Damara said in a carefree tone with a smile.

The man waited for Damara's guess.

“You're the man who killed his own son right.” Although he never saw his face, but if he remembered Arvan's story that Fernandes' weapon was a sword then his guess would not miss.

Sure enough his guess, Fernandes seemed to clench his hands. His eyes stared intently at Damara who dared to be presumptuous to him.

“We wait until the jerk comes, I'll slash your neck.”

“Please dream Sir, before you slash my neck it looks like Jerricco will kill you first.”

Although she was a little scared, Damara did not want to show it in front of the enemy. He believes Jerricco will save him.

Damara felt pain as Fernandes clutched his chin, he saw Fernandes' eyes sparkling with rage.

“Alright we wait, who will die first.” Fernandes grinned, then released his grip.

“For sure you will die first Mr Fernandes!” Damara deliberately spoke in an emphasis tone.

Fernandes' hand held the handle of his sword, but he did not continue to draw out his sword.

It feels useless if you finish Damara now, he wants to see the look on Jerricco's face that feels lost for the next time.

Damara heard a noise outside, the room. The sound of gunfire was interlinked with each other.

Instead of fearing Damara was happy, he hoped Jerricco would meet him soon. Damara smiled widely to welcome the arrival of someone who walked into his room.

Damara's face changed immediately when he saw Robert approaching him. “Jerricco?”

Robert just stares at Damara for a bit and helps break Damara's bond. He gave one firearm to Damara. “Wear it right, Fernandes' mane is definitely waiting for us in front."

Damara's eyeballs are perfectly rounded, “If I die how?”

Robert clucked, “Nona has learned to shoot, don't need much drama ... Just protect yourself Miss, let me cripple them all!”

“Nona ready?”

Damara shook his head, this was the first time he had actually faced the enemy.

“There's no time left to retreat, unless Miss wants to see Lord have a new wife.”

“Robert!” bent Damara.