Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 128

Damien looked around him. The environment he was standing in at that moment brought back a lot of memories. It was like an outcast standing at the presence of a king. No, not for sentence.

Boldyville Estate was the costliest geographic setting in the country. It was amongst the top fifty richest neighborhood in the entire world.

The least apartment there cost about 2 billion dollars. An amount which Damien, in the past could never save up even in a century. Even if he did twenty shifts in a day. No hundred.

The estate had beautiful scenes. And the point where Damien was standing on was the costliest of the Boldyville Estate.

He was standing at the front of a twelve star hotel called Jadeite Inn. This hotel was one of the reasons this neighborhood ranked as one of the top best across the world.

The structure was made from pure Mable, the floor sapphire, the walls crystal clear. You could see yourself in it. You don't need a mirror.

There was a breathtaking waterfall at the front of the hotel which had a lot of features. Even celebrities would beg to come and take pictures here. And most of them were turned down.

For a fact, presidents across the world would come to that hotel to pass weeks and months. World class meetings were held there too.

Rumors had it that, the reason the neighborhood was ranked 39 was because the media personnel putting together the list, got some stern warnings from the elites, the ultra rich men who controlled and had invested in the hotel and several other huge investments. The warning was to keep the hotel from the prying eyes of the populace. If the people discover those who live in that estate and hotel, things might not be too smooth.

The insanity of the populace might have them invading the estate which would only but force the elites to move the location of the hotel away from that place. Of course obviously dismantling this one.

Two years ago, Damien was sent a dumb message by one of the girls. It was one of those times when he had no choice but to carry out the cruel tasks of the girls. He couldn't turn the tasks down else he would be laid off. And truthfully speaking, BMX paid him better than any other companies out there would pay a dropout.

One of the girls had given him a letter to smuggle into the hotel to deliver to a top secret politician. The content of the letter seemed to be something which had do with a sexual conference between the politician and the girl. Something which must not be leaked to the media, because the politician was considered and worshipped like a saint in the outer world.

Damien was able to make his way through the estate until he got to the hotel. He had scarcely drawn to the door of the hotel when two men grabbed him.

Damien found it natural. He was sneaking in. It was natural to be caught. If they had thrown him out, he might not hold a grudge, but they took him to a secluded place and lashed him about thirty horse whips.

He passed out from the pain. He would never forgive them.

And he recalled the face which gave the instruction. It was the owner of the hotel.

"Hey, hey... what are you doing here?!!!"

A sudden voice came from his left.

"Here we go..."

Damien muttered. To his right, another man was advancing.

"I won't ask the question again."

The second bouncer said.

"You weren't the one who asked the question. It was him."

Damien nodded towards the first bouncer.

"Are you playing a sort of game with us? Do you even realize where you are?"

The second bouncer almost yelled but couldn't. He dared not. He might lose his job. Given by the status of the customers who frequent the hotel, noise was more like a menace.

The first bouncer advanced towards Damien, reaching his huge arm out to throttle Damien.

Damien's instinct was swifter than his body. He stopped the arm with his palm, twisting the wrist of the bouncer who winced in pain.

"Do you have a --"

The other one threw his arm. Holding both arms, he twisted them, inflicting so much pain until the fellow's dropped on their knees. They were in so much pain but couldn't shout. You could imagine.

"You will take me to your boss, right away."

"Please, spare us... please..."

"I'm sorry I can't."

"Hear us out... please..."

Damien eased the pressure on the wrists. When he did, he noticed the first bouncer signalling the second.

In the blink of an eye, they both grabbed both Damien's thighs and would sweep him off his feet. Damien's wild instinct made him squat at once, ruthless elbows in the jaws of both men.

He pressed the sole of his timberland boots on the heads of the two, pressing their face to the tarred floor, squeezing and squeezing...

"Must you make things hard for yourselves? Just take me to your boss... is that such a problem?"

"You n-need an appointment to meet him."

"And it takes seven working days to be approved."