My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 95

At that moment Maria didn’t respond immediately. She didn’t need to. She simply stepped forward, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

Damon chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, when I got your call, I almost didn’t believe it." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Maria, coming all the way down here in person? Must be something serious." His eyes narrowed slightly, assessing her.

"So, tell me, what is it that’s so damn important you’d step into my territory instead of sending one of your little messengers?"

He wasn’t mocking her. Not entirely. His voice held a certain level of amusement, but there was something else—genuine curiosity. After all, Maria never moved without reason.

If she was here, then whatever she had planned was big or serious.

At that moment Maria looked at him across the table. Her eyes were cold like ice. The noise faded away as she talked.

"Yes, it is quite important because the bus refused to finish his job," she said.

Immediately his face changed. His eyes got big and his mouth opened a bit with surprise. The bus? That was his name in the streets. No one used it to his face.

"Why would you say that?" he asked. His voice was low now.

"You know me too well. When I take a job, I finish it."

He tapped his finger on the table. Once. Twice. Three times. His mind raced. What job did I miss? When did I fail?

"All the jobs I take, I finish them all," he said.

"That’s why people know my name. That’s why they fear me."

However Maria did not look away. She did not seem scared at all.

"You think I’m wrong?" she asked.

"I know you’re wrong," he said. "I never leave things half done. Never."

His chest felt tight as he couldn’t believe what Maria was saying, without being told he clearly remembers every job he had done for her, and all of been a success.

However hearing Maria accusing him was something he doesn’t like.

"I never did a job for you lately," he said. "And the last one I did, you said I did great. You told me ’good job.’ Why bring this up now? What job are you talking about?"

At that moment Maria leaned in close.

"Think harder."

"I don’t need to think," he said.

"I know what I’ve done. Every job. Every task. I keep track."

"Do you?"

"I never fail," he said, but his voice was weak now.

Maria leaned in close.

"It is that same last job i commended you for "

Damon’s smirk faded the moment Maria uttered those words. His brows furrowed, a flicker of something dangerous flashing in his dark eyes.

"The same job I didn’t do properly?" he echoed, his voice lowering into something more menacing. He leaned back against his chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest.

"Care to explain what the hell you mean by that?"

At that moment Maria’s lips curled slightly. She was enjoying this moment. Knowing Damon’s reputation, she had no reason to worry. He was ruthless, efficient, and most importantly, he never left things unfinished.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression calm but filled with quiet satisfaction.

"You heard me," she said smoothly. "It seems your work wasn’t as clean as you thought." She took a slow step forward.

"The one you should’ve finished is still walking around freely. And now, she’s starting to become a problem."

Damon’s fingers stopped tapping.

Maria smirked, knowing she had struck a nerve.

"But I trust you, Damion. You don’t leave loose ends, do you?" She reached into her bag, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen. A second later, she held it up for him to see.

Damon sharp eyes flicked to the screen.

Maria watched his reaction carefully.

"That’s the woman. That’s who’s still breathing."

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then Damion let out a slow exhale, running a hand over his jaw, his amusement gone. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening.

Maria lowered the phone.

"I don’t need to tell you what to do," she said softly.

"I already know what you’re capable of."

However Damon didn’t respond immediately. He simply stared at the photo on the screen, his fingers flexing slightly before he let out a low chuckle—cold and humorless.

"You’re really something, Maria," he muttered, shaking his head. "Fine. I’ll handle it."

Maria smiled, satisfied. She turned on her heels, slipping her phone back into her bag.

"I’ll be waiting for good news."

Without another word, she strode out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor, leaving behind the tension she had created.

The moment she was gone, Damon’s expression darkened completely. He turned to one of his closest subordinates standing near the door.

"Find her," he ordered. "Find Valentina. Find out where she lives, who she’s with, every little detail." His voice was sharp, commanding. "I want a full report on her and that new husband of hers."

The subordinate immediately bowed his head.

"Understood, boss."

"Don’t waste time," Damion added, his tone low and dangerous.

"I want everything by tomorrow."

Without hesitation, the subordinate turned and hurried out of the room.

**

At that moment Chloe arrived home, With the look on his father face, Chloe could immediately tell that something was wrong. Her father was never the type to sit in silence, especially not after achieving something he had been fighting for. The usual arrogance in his posture was missing. His fingers tapped restlessly on the armrest, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to contain his frustration.

Her brows furrowed. Maybe the divorce didn’t go well.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with curiosity and concern.

"Father," she called softly, but he didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were fixated on something distant, as if replaying something in his head.

Growing impatient, she pressed again, this time firmer. "Father, what happened? Did the divorce go through? Were you able to separate them?"