Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1060 Trent's Conundrum Unfolds

Despite knowing that these partners would undoubtedly demand certain conditions to offset potential losses, Damien remained

resolute in his decision. He was willing to risk a substantial amount of money to prevent Trent from sending Savannah to Sebastian.

It struck Steve as perplexing. For Savannah, she was merely a friend whom Cherise had lost touch with for seven or eight years. As

for Damien, he was basically an unknown person to Savannah, hardly even qualifying as a friend. Yet, here he was, willing to

extend his help through such complicated means to help them.

Steve drew in a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Damien with a mixture of admiration and respect. "Cherry has found a remarkable

man."

Cherise, nestled comfortably in Damien's embrace, understood the sentiment behind Steve's words. She smiled softly and

remarked, "I'm sure you'd help us if we found ourselves in a similar situation."

Steve gazed at them softly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Deep down, he knew that if he were in Damien's position, he might not possess the slevel of generosity and selflessness.

Meanwhile, in Calais.

Trent's impatience was palpable as he leaned forward in the taxi, his gaze fixed on the gridlocked road ahead. "Driver, why aren't

we moving? What's causing this delay?"

Sitting in the backseat of the taxi, he couldn't understand the reason for the unexpected delay.

The driver's expression turned sympathetic. "It's a citywide safety inspection today, sir," he explained calmly. "All the big

companies are rushing to clear out their vehicles, causing quite the traffic jam."

After delivering his explanation, the driver stole a brief glance at Trent in the back seat, his eyes holding a hint of uncertainty. "If

you're really pressed for time, would you prefer to just take your suitcase with you and leave?"

Trent's features tightened with a mixture of apprehension and contemplation, his gaze instinctively drawn towards the suitcase

resting beside him.

It was a substantial case adorned with numerous ventilation holes along its back. Within its confines lay...

Savannah, the woman he had drugged.

It wasn't merely a matter of disregarding their shared history; rather, it boiled down to the fact that this woman held a monetary

value of five hundred thousand.

A sum so significant that a man had offered it to Trent in exchange for just one night with Savannah.

Closing his eyes, Trent grappled with the weight of that considerable sum—five hundred thousand dollars.

Enough to secure a respectable down payment on a house, with ample left over to furnish it to his liking.

However, despite Trent's intentions, Savannah adamantly refused. She declared she would rather face death than be with any man

other than him.

Undeterred by her refusal and driven by his fixation on securing a future with Savannah, Trent resorted to drastic measures and

forcibly kidnapped her away.

For Trent, the identity of Savannah's past suitors mattered little. As long as he could amass the funds necessary to purchase a

hand provide for Savannah within the confines of a marriage, he believed he could ensure her happiness.

In his mind, Trent's plan appeared foolproof. Yet, he hadn't accounted for the unexpected congestion plaguing the typically quiet

streets of Calais that day.

On one side, Trent felt the relentless pressure from Sebastian, pushing him towards a decision. On the other...

He stole a quick glance at the silent suitcase.

Inside, Savannah was on the brink of waking from her drugged state.

Just as Trent's brow furrowed, contemplating his next move and preparing to implore the taxi driver to hasten their journey, the taxi

door abruptly swung open.

The figure stepping inside was none other than the groom of the girl he had spirited away just the day before—Steve.

"Where is Savannah?" Steve's voice was thick with anger, his eyes blazing as they bore into Trent.

"Tellwhere she is!"

The driver glanced nervously at the both of them, afraid he might witness an assault happening.

Trent compressed his lips firmly, his eyes instinctively darting towards the suitcase positioned beside him. A slight shift within it

drew his attention, adding to the tension mounting in the confined space of the taxi.

For a fleeting moment, Steve's eyes betrayed a hint of sympathy before he decisively reached for the suitcase. "Trent, you're not

the person | thought you were!"

Before Trent could muster a response, the door on the opposite side swung open, admitting another unexpected visitor.

This time, a man dressed in black stepped into the vehicle.

The stranger flashed a disarming smile at Trent before addressing him directly, "You're from Cremia Village, right?"

Trent's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he regarded the newcomer. "Who are you?"

With an inscrutable smile that failed to reach his eyes, Damien produced his phone and opened a photo sent to him by Blake.

Holding it out to Trent, he remarked, "Let's see... this should be your dad, right? The lady beside him would be your mom, then?"

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