Richard's expression was cold. "What do you know? Just do as I say! It's her honor that she can help the Sumners one last time after her death!"Seeing Richard's resolute demeanor, Frank chose not to argue further and left the study.…That evening, Damon received another call from the Summer residence. This time, it was Richard himself on the line, not a maid."Come back immediately," he ordered.The commanding tone made Damon's eyes narrow. "I'm busy. If it's not something important, please stop calling me.""Very well! Fine!" Each of Richard's words dripped with anger. "It seems your mother's illness doesn't matter to you! Let me ask you, are Nyla's belongings important to you?!"Damon tightened his grip on the phone. "Her belongings?!"Hearing the agitation in Damon's voice, Richard felt reassured that his decision was right. That woman would only cost Damon his life if he kept thinking about her!With that thought, Richard's earlier hesitation transformed into resolve. "Y
Damon's steps abruptly halted as he turned to Sean, his eyes flashing icily. "What did you just say?"A chill ran through Sean under Damon's penetrating gaze, but he maintained his warm smile. "Mr. Sumner, I just want to discuss your mother's condition. Mr. Richard is currently upstairs with your mother and will be down shortly. I won't keep you long."For some reason, Damon found himself moving closer to Sean. He took a seat across from him and asked, "What do you want to discuss?"Sean said, "Mr. Sumner, you may not be aware, but your mother has been having trouble sleeping lately and has developed a sleep disorder. For someone her age, this is quite dangerous..."At first, Damon could follow what Sean was saying, but gradually, he found it harder to concentrate, and his eyelids grew heavier.Fifteen minutes later, his head drooped, and he slumped onto the sofa, unconscious.Seeing that Damon had fallen asleep, Sean looked up and said, "Mr. Richard, we can begin the hypnosis pr
There was a flicker in Spencer's eyes, but he remained silent.Richard paid no mind and continued. "If remembering something is more painful than forgetting it, then it's better not to remember. At least that way, one can live a bit more happily. What do you think, Mr. Hogg?"Spencer finally understood Richard's plan. "So you brought in that hypnotist to deal with Mr. Damon?"Richard smiled. "Mr. Hogg, that's a harsh way to put it. I simply want my son to stop suffering."Spencer's eyes narrowed. "Have you ever considered what Mr. Damon thinks about this?""He's obsessed with Nyla right now. If I asked him, he'd never agree. But look at how thin he's become. If he keeps tormenting himself like this, his health will fail in a few years. Do you expect me to watch my son die young over a deceased person?" Richard grew emotional as he spoke.Spencer wasn't interested in arguing—it wouldn't change anything, and he knew he couldn't make Richard listen."What do you want me to do?" he
"Mr. Damon…" Spencer called out.The moment Damon turned around, Spencer's steps faltered.The look in Damon's eyes was completely different from the blank, lifeless gaze he had after Nyla's fall into the ocean.Now, his eyes were cold and distant, reminiscent of the ruthless and decisive CEO of Prospectus Technology from before.It was clear that Richard's hypnosis had worked."What's the matter?" Damon asked.Richard sat across from Damon, his gaze fixed darkly on Spencer. He planned to handle any inappropriate remarks from Spencer privately if necessary.Spencer stood still, his eyes lowered, and remained silent.Compared to the emotionless Damon he had encountered after Nyla's death, Spencer found this version of Damon to be preferable.For the living, perhaps forgetting was indeed the better option.As Spencer remained silent, Damon frowned slightly.Richard's expression darkened, and he signaled to Frank beside him. If Spencer mentioned Nyla in front of Damon, his men
Nyla hurriedly left before Caroline could respond.As she rushed off, Caroline couldn't help but sigh.It would take an hour to get from the conference center to the kindergarten, and it was already almost 4:30 p.m.Nyla pressed the button for the elevator and began rummaging through her bag for her phone and car keys.When the elevator doors opened with a ding, Nyla walked in with her head down and didn't notice the man in a suit walking out at the same time.She bumped into him unexpectedly and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."Since she was looking down, she didn't catch a glimpse of his face, only noticing that he was quite tall—despite wearing high heels, she barely reached his shoulder.The man didn't respond and simply brushed past her.Nyla didn't think much of it. She stepped into the elevator, pressed B1, and finally found her keys and phone.Just as the elevator doors closed, she looked up and saw the man's back. His well-tailored black suit,
Nyla glanced at Mason, who was waiting at the table for dinner, and hesitated."Caroline, I really don't have time tonight. The nanny is on leave, and I'm not comfortable leaving Buddy at home alone," she explained."Why don't you bring him along? I can look after him for a while. Once you're done with the investor, you can take him back home," Caroline offered.Hearing Caroline's urgent tone, Nyla realized it would be difficult to avoid tonight's party.She bit her lip and said softly, "Let me ask Buddy."After ending the call, Nyla walked over to the dining table and crouched down to face Mason. "Buddy, Mommy needs to go to a celebration party tonight. I'm not comfortable leaving you at home alone. Would you like to come with me? It won't take long."Mason looked at her, thought for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay."He jumped off his chair and headed to his bedroom.Nyla followed him and watched as he grabbed his portable language practice tape from his room. She felt a bit
As they chatted, the door to the venue suddenly swung open, plunging the room into silence.Someone stood up first, walking excitedly toward the entrance. "Mr. Sumner, I can't believe you're here!"Nyla turned around. The moment she saw the man at the door, her face went pale, and she froze in place.Her first instinct was to run.Remembering that Mason was still in the hotel, she quickly grabbed her phone from her bag and called Caroline.Mason looked almost identical to Damon. If Damon saw him, he would immediately realize Mason was his son. If Damon decided to fight for custody, she knew she wouldn't stand a chance."Caroline, take Buddy and leave right now!" she urged, her voice trembling.Caroline's confused voice came through the phone. "What happened?""I'll explain later. Just get him out of here!" Nyla pressed.Hearing the panic in Nyla's voice, Caroline didn't ask any more questions. "Okay. I'll take him out right away."After hanging up, Nyla finally let out a brea
Nyla didn't dwell on it and continued the conversation.After talking for a while, Damon weighed his options and decided to invest in Nyla's lab.By the time the party ended, it was already past 10:00 p.m.Nyla and Edgar stood at the entrance, bidding farewell to Damon and the other investors.…The secretary Damon had brought along was Luca Fleming. He had been with Prospectus Technology for four years and had been trained by Spencer, so his working style mirrored Spencer's.On the way back, Luca couldn't help but comment, "Ms. Kinsey is not only beautiful but also very capable. She must have a lot of admirers."Damon, engrossed in his documents, glanced up at him. "Are you interested in pursuing her?"Luca quickly waved his hands. "Oh, no, not at all! Someone like her would never go for someone like me."At least he had some self-awareness.Damon gave no further response and returned his attention to his files.He didn't disagree with Luca's assessment. Given the income Ny