King Yelly stood at the upper balcony surrounded by women, security, and flashing camera lights while his newest track thundered through the nightclub speakers.

The crowd roared beneath him.

The rapper grinned confidently while raising a diamond covered cup toward the audience like a king acknowledging his subjects.

Twenty stared upward with narrowed eyes.

Meanwhile, Damian calmly sipped his drink beside him while observing the atmosphere shifting throughout the nightclub. Women were already pulling phones out while more and more people began recording.

Some people even abandoned the dance floor entirely just to move closer toward King Yelly’s section.

"He loves attention," Damian observed calmly.

Twenty scoffed.

"That nigga breathes attention."

Damian leaned back comfortably while one of the girls beside him continued kissing lightly along his jawline.

His violet eyes slowly swept across the nightclub. Then the pink mist spread again but farther this time.

[Sovereign Of Lust Title Activated]

This time, Damian did not focus on a small group. He expanded it subtly across the entire VIP section instead.

The atmosphere shifted almost invisibly.

Girls who had been staring toward King Yelly slowly began losing interest. Their attention drifted naturally toward Damian and Twenty instead.

One of the girls seated beside King Yelly suddenly glanced across the club. Her eyes landed on Damian and she froze briefly.

Then unconsciously adjusted her dress before whispering something into her friend’s ear. Another woman near Yelly’s table slowly lost focus while staring toward Twenty’s section.

The shift happened gradually but Twenty still had not noticed.

"Order bottles," Damian said faintly with a smile.

"What?" Twenty blinked.

"Trust me," Damian answered firmly.

Twenty’s hesitation vanished instantly at those words. A dangerous grin slowly spread across his face.

"Ohhh... I get you."

Immediately, he snapped his fingers toward one of the servers.

Within minutes, the first parade arrived.

Massive glowing bottles filled with expensive liquor moved through the nightclub carried by waitresses holding sparklers while giant neon signs illuminated the darkness.

TWENTY.

TWENTY.

TWENTY.

The DJ’s amplified voice exploded through the speakers.

"MAKE SOME NOISE FOR MOTHERFUCKING TWENTY!"

The crowd roared again as attention immediately shifted toward their section.

With the added influence of Damian’s seductive charm blanketing the VIP floor, holding the crowd’s focus became effortless.

Phones turned and cameras shifted direction. All the attention began moving in their direction.

Twenty rose to his feet laughing loudly while the women around him screamed excitedly.

Then he pulled open a small duffle bag beside him.

Bundles of cash appeared immediately.

He tossed two stacks toward Damian before grabbing two more for himself.

At that exact moment, the music switched.

Twenty’s hit song "Your Mama" exploded through the nightclub speakers, shaking the walls with deafening bass.

Money started flying recklessly.

Another bottle parade entered. Then another and another.

Damian and Twenty clearly had no intention of giving King Yelly even the slightest chance to recover momentum.

Cash flowed endlessly and tips rained over servers.

The waitresses became visibly more excited each time they approached Twenty’s section.

Meanwhile, King Yelly’s expression slowly darkened from above.

His section was no longer the center of the nightclub.

Damian calmly watched everything unfold while resting his arm lazily across the back of the booth and casually tossing money toward the screaming crowd below.

One after another, the women from King Yelly’s balcony section began abandoning him and walking downstairs.

By the time they reached the VIP floor, they naturally drifted toward Twenty’s table like moths drawn toward fire.

"Yo... ain’t those Yelly’s girls?" someone muttered nearby.

Twenty nearly burst into laughter.

One of the women slid directly beside him while wrapping an arm around his neck.

"You looked bored over there," she whispered seductively.

King Yelly noticed instantly and his jaw tightened hard.

Damian could practically feel the irritation radiating from the rapper across the nightclub.

King Yelly leaned toward one of his security men and muttered something coldly into his ear.

The bodyguard nodded immediately before heading downstairs toward Twenty’s section.

Twenty noticed him approaching instantly.

"So here comes the bitching," he muttered.

The bodyguard stopped directly beside the booth.

"You taking girls from Yelly’s section now?"

The atmosphere around the table shifted immediately.

Several women went quiet.

Despite bringing no security with him tonight, Twenty looked completely unbothered.

Damian was sitting beside him. That alone was enough.

Twenty leaned back lazily before responding.

"Did I drag anybody over here?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The guard frowned.

"You know what this is."

Before Twenty could continue, Damian suddenly spoke.

"Relax."

His calm voice immediately drew the bodyguard’s attention.

The man froze slightly after finally getting a proper look at Damian’s face.

Something about him felt wrong.

"We’re all here to have fun," Damian said softly while his eyes released a faint pink glow.

[Persuade Activated]

The aggression in the bodyguard’s expression weakened instantly beneath Damian’s gaze.

The pink mist wrapped around his thoughts silently.

"You right..." the guard muttered unconsciously.

Even he looked confused by his sudden calmness.

Damian leaned slightly forward.

"In fact... why don’t you drink with us?"

The bodyguard blinked.

"Huh?"

Twenty nearly choked trying not to laugh.

One of the women immediately grabbed the bodyguard’s arm and pulled him down beside her while handing him a drink.

Within seconds, the very man who came to intimidate them was awkwardly seated at the booth getting flirted with by women.

Twenty stared at Damian in disbelief.

"This nigga..."

Meanwhile upstairs, King Yelly’s face had gone completely dark.

What the hell just happened?

Did his own bodyguard seriously just join the same people he was supposed to intimidate?

Even his own security had somehow ended up sitting with the opps.

The rapper slammed his cup against the railing hard enough for liquor to spill over the edge.

"That nigga playing with me?"

One of his men leaned closer carefully.

"You want us to handle it?"

King Yelly’s eyes remained fixed on Damian’s table.

Down below, Damian looked back calmly while surrounded by women, flashing lights, and endless noise.

Then slowly...

He smiled.

This motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing.

King Yelly’s jaw clenched instantly.

"Oh nah," he muttered coldly. "Now I gotta violate this nigga."

Unknown to him, Damian heard every single word clearly.

The small smile on his face widened into a dangerous grin.

The murderous intent radiating from King Yelly did not go unnoticed.

"Your little rival wants to get violent," Damian murmured calmly while his eyes released a threatening flash beneath the nightclub lights.

Twenty’s grin widened sinisterly.

"Ooh man..." he laughed darkly while leaning back comfortably. "Another nigga gonna die tonight."