Damon said with a polite smile, “Mr. Reagan, we’ve both known each other for a long time already, so wouldn’t my being here be a sincere enough gesture from the Godfrey Group? Does it matter that much who it is that comes here to have a discussion with you? Plus, we’ve worked together so many times already, so of course there is more chemistry between us.”Mr. Reagan had his arms folded, still unhappy with the situation. “Mr. Godfrey, I know you’re the well-known CEO of the company and famous
Mr. Reagan frowned as he pondered for a while. “I do trust you based on my understanding of you. However, my trust in you means nothing. If you aren’t able to gather evidence to prove the company’s innocence, the Godfrey Group is very likely to be facing a huge crisis. When that happens, it’s definitely going to affect my business. I’m a businessman at the end of the day, so I’ve got to protect my company’s interests. Because of this, I can’t gamble on such a huge business just because of my tru
The secretary’s scattered attention upset Damon enough that his eyebrows began to crease palpably as a frown shadowed his mien. “I said,” he hammered with new steeliness, “Get the USB now. What’s distracting you?”There had been enough reminders before the meeting. He had told her to get herself readied, to get her mindset sorted before it began. But she faltered and failed at the cusp of the moment after all.Scarlet guilt flushed toward the secretary’s cheeks as she quickly opened up the doc
The fact that Mr. Reagan had decided to agree to their partnership and pay up the deposit all on his own volition was completely out of Damon’s expectations, but it did prove just how satisfied Mr. Reagan was with their plan.The secretary expelled a breath of relief. Mr. Reagan of the Reign and Royals was famous for being hard to please. And she had been so distracted and skittish the whole time, worrying that her performance, if defective in any way, could dent Mr. Reagan’s mood enough to imp
Damon wiped away the cold beads forming on his forehead and murmured to himself, “I rather eat something the butler made.”Jeanette widened her eyes and looked innocently at Damon, asking because she could not hear him clearly, “What was that?”“Nothing. I was saying. I can't wait to try your cooking.” He waved with a smile plastered around the growing dread in his chest.Jeanette was palpably delighted by his answer and began to tug him more into the house. “Aww, I knew you'd be hungry! Buuu
The sharp, childlike voice of a boy stifled his hand. “Mommy? Daddy? Dinner? Dinner!” Innocent little Felix skipped into the interior of his home from the garden.Damon breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put his spoon—and the little ball of mashed potatoes—down on his plate. He leaped to his feet and quickly dashed toward the boy, hoping to draw Jeanette’s attention. “I haven’t been at home these days, Fe. Have you missed me?” he said, smiling, before pecking on his son’s chubby cheeks.Fel
“But I spent hours fussing and prepping and greasing and all this heart and soul to make this dinner for you! You two can’t seriously do this to me,” Jeanette protested sadly.Damon could never bring himself to see her in that dejected, have-I-done-wrong look—every time she made that face, he felt the softest part in his heart vetoing any other opinions. Felix, too, bore a look of guilt as he raced to comfort his mother. “M-M-Mommy, don’t feel bad! I, uh, I’m not gonna eat out anymore! No matte
Jeanette broke out a jaunty giggle, clearly jubilant to hear his praise. “I knew you’d love it! Well, there’s plenty more from where that came from!” she exclaimed, dropping another slice into his plate.Damon steeled himself, put the rest of his fill into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed. An ecstatic Jeanette stood by and added other dishes into his plate like a nonstop onslaught. “Here, how about some salmon? I know you love fish, and this one is fresh as hell. The fisherman in the mark