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"Hello, Damien here." Dialing the number, Damien introduced himself as a hurried voice came from the other side of the line.

:: Sir Damien? Where are you at this moment? ::

The voice on the call belonged to the technician of the lift, who was the vocal head of the police officers whom Damien had purchased using his status as the heir of the Raphael Group, and now that the news was on the headlines, most likely these people were in search of him to get back at him for lying to them.

"I am sending you the address, and about your promotion, it would be hard as you have already gotten the news, so I will just give you each 30,000 NR.

Will that be fine?" Damien informed as he moved towards the window, observing the morning rays, which were warm like the smile forming on his face as he thought about providing a hundred times this warmth to all of these people who had provided him so much help.

:: 30-30,000? R-really, Sir Damien?! ::

On the call, the officer faltered a bit, realizing that the money he had referred to was in fact their five years\' salary.

"Yes, but it will be in cash since my bank accounts are frozen. I am sending you the address, but remember, don\'t inform anyone about my location. Do you understand?" Damien glanced down and noticed Emilia holding a bag had entered the hospital while running, gasping, but seeing how she was about to arrive, Damien cut the call.

"D-DAMIEN?!" Suddenly arriving at the door, Emilia kicked it open, holding two bags in her hand. Gasps for breath, she looked towards Damien, who stood near the window with a smile.

"What happened? Why are you screaming?" Damien shrugged his shoulders and approached Emilia, resting both hands in his pockets.

"You!" Emilia dropped the bags in her hand as she sprinted towards him, clasping his cheek and glaring at him as she inquired, "Why didn\'t you tell me that you were thrown out of the Raphael family?"

"Thrown out is harsh, Emilia." Though Damien felt her clasp on his cheek resembled a slap, he chose to overlook it as he leaned in, gently tapping her forehead with his. With their proximity, he could feel her warm breath stirring against his skin.

"Idiot, don\'t tell me you were searching for a sugar mommy all this time?" Emilia\'s first thought was that if this incident of vanishment had occurred a week ago, it was obvious that Damien would search for someone for economic support, given his habit and living standards set on the level of the heir of the Raphael Group.

Her doubts became firmer the moment she realized how he had purchased shares of her company and even, just a few minutes ago, told her to stabilize the company, making her understand he was wanting to have economic support.

"S-sugar, what?" Damien hearing Emilia\'s words felt his mouth twitching as he retreated while observing her facial expressions turning into a smirk, as if showing her superiority towards him. Instead of the sympathy he thought she would have, it was more like an inflated ego.

"Hehe, I see, I see. No problem, I will take on that position," Emilia nodded as she folded her arms, clearly feeling proud as she had finally found a weakness in this man, which was his poverty.

Now she was feeling that she had the upper hand, where she could easily throw money at him and make him do whatever she wanted.

".....I guess, thank you?" Damien noticed that Emilia was responding in a way he didn\'t anticipate. Still, he took some comfort in the fact that she would do him the favor of helping him make some money. He chose to overlook this realization while allowing her to indulge in her own fantasies.

As he walked past her, he headed toward the bags sprawled across the floor.

"Have you brought the items I asked for?" Damien inquired. Lifting both the bags, he placed them on the table and started to pull out the items.

"Yes, but aren\'t they just random things you asked me to purchase so you could get alone time to talk with your girlfriends?" Emilia came forward while folding her arms behind and leaned as she glanced towards the items, making Damien halt and look towards her with a blank gaze. Sighing, he turned back to the items.

"....Be quiet." Damien took out a small bottle of gasoline, holding hardly 1L of it.

"What quiet? It\'s obvious or else why would you tell me to purchase gasoline, bleach, batteries, long wires, several metal nails, a small pipe, and a stopwatch?" Emilia, seeing the items he was taking out of the bag, felt it was obvious that these items were just random things without any link with each other.

"Emilia, do you know I am good at chemistry?" Damien took a seat on the bed before taking a black bag available near the drawer, where he started to put these items into it while continuing to chat with Emilia to at least tell her something about him.

"...How?" Emilia, hearing some random words from him, folded her arms and sat on the bed, inquiring and feeling confused as he said how he was good at chemistry.

"You remember Edward?" Damien inquired while immersed in placing the items in the bag.

"Ah, the one whom you punched and falsely arrested." Emilia nodded her head, remembering the guy who was clearly provoked by Damien and in the end even got his teeth broken by him.

"You are smart, aren\'t you, Emilia?" Damien definitely appreciated her observation skills, given that not even the son of Heaven was able to do that before, adding, "So, tell me, how do you think police officers found benzene in his stomach?"

"Hm, how?" Emilia thought for a moment about how police officers could be purchased but rejected the fact given Edward was vomiting. Then she even thought about the can Damien gave Amelia that could carry the benzene, but also rejected it since it was tightly sealed.

"I made him drink Sodium Benzoate," Damien revealed while recalling the thing they were sprinkling on the name of holy water, which was sodium benzoate, normally not harmful for human skin, but for Edward who had drunk it, things were slightly different.

"Why am I not surprised?" Emilia looked at the man who was immersed in putting those things in his bag. As he finally closed the bag, it made her feel that this man was a demon, a devil, who could do anything for his interest.

Given her basic knowledge of chemistry, she could guess the can filled with juice Amelia gave Edward clearly contained ascorbic acid (vitamin C), and when both sodium benzoate and ascorbic acid mixed in the favorable atmosphere of the acidic nature inside Edward\'s stomach, benzene formed.

"You want to be surprised?" Damien lifted his eyes and glanced at Emilia as he inquired, looking at her becoming even more casual with him, which he appreciated given her favorability had already reached a fine value.

"...." As Emilia continued to gaze at his face, her attention drifted to his lips that began to part slowly, as if he was on the verge of speaking. The words that escaped were softer than a whisper, but when she comprehended them, her eyes grew large with one thought resonating in her head: \'a b-bomb!\'