Doman’s POV

Dami froze beside me the instant we saw Axel and another woman. The argument between them stopped immediately. Axel’s face turned crimson, like a man caught red handed.

“What the hell is happening here?” Dami’s voice was sharp. I quietly handed her bag to her sneaky assistant, Sophia, and folded my arms.

Axel didn’t answer. The woman crossed her arms with defiance. “And what does it look like? Mind your business, bitch.”

Damn. She had guts. I loved a good scene, ...