"Yes, Dad... I know Damon is your favorite son, but what he's done this time is just too much. Are you really going to keep putting up with him?" Cyrus asked.Richard fell silent for a moment before sighing. "I know. The reason I called you back is because of this. Once he regains his memories, he'll probably end up turning against all of us."Cyrus hesitated and lowered his voice. "Dad, the doctor who performed Damon's hypnosis died in an accident three months ago. So, Damon might not be able to regain his memories.""Whether he can or not is no longer important. After this incident, I've realized it's better to hand the company over to someone obedient rather than a disobedient son," Richard concluded.Cyrus' eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists in excitement. Could it be…"Dad, are you saying…" Cyrus trailed off."I still have 20% of the shares in the Sumner Group, and I plan to transfer them all to Clark," Richard said.Disappointment flickered in Cyrus' eyes. He had hoped
Richard looked up at Damon, displeased. "Is this how you talk to your father?"Damon's expression was tense, his eyes devoid of warmth. "My attitude toward you depends on your actions."Richard scoffed. "Good! Very well! I really raised a fine son!""I'll ask you again. Where is Buddy right now?" Damon repeated."If you want to know, go look for him yourself," Richard replied.Damon narrowed his eyes, speaking each word slowly. "Dad, you should know my patience is limited.""Are you threatening me? What do you think you have to threaten me with?" Richard snapped."Not much. Just something in my possession that could destroy the Sumner Group," Damon said calmly.Richard's expression shifted dramatically as he fixed his gaze on Damon. "You think you can scare me with that?"Damon raised an eyebrow. "Donald Dunlop from the board—he's your man, right?"Over the years, despite Richard's official retreat from the company, he had maintained several spies within the Sumner Group.Da
"What should I do next?" Luca inquired."Head back to the office," Damon ordered.As soon as Damon arrived at the office, he instructed Luca to notify the shareholders and department managers to convene a meeting.After learning that all his projects had slowed down during his time in Capitarnia, Damon was furious. …Everyone in the room trembled in fear, too scared to speak up.Damon slammed the documents on the table and spoke without expression. "I'm giving you one week to get everything back on track. No mistakes. Otherwise, you're out!"The conference room, filled with dozens of people, fell into a tense silence. Not even a breath could be heard, as no one dared to attract Damon's attention.Suddenly, a phone rang.Damon frowned and glanced at his phone. After a moment of hesitation, he answered."Is there something you need?" he asked."Damon, I'm in Saintornia now. Where is Buddy?" Nyla asked.Damon raised an eyebrow, surprised that she had come to Saintornia."I a
Luca shook his head. "I don't know either."Nyla grabbed Damon, her voice cold. "Where is Buddy?"Damon, clearly annoyed, shrugged off her hand. "I told you, he's in a very safe place.""I don't believe you! Not unless you let me see him!" Nyla exclaimed.Damon's patience finally wore thin. He turned to Luca. "You handle this."With that, he got into the car and drove off.Nyla tried to follow, but Luca stopped her. "Ms. Kinsey, even if you catch up, if Mr. Sumner doesn't want you to see Buddy, you won't be able to. But I assure you, he's safe. There's no need to worry.""No need to worry?" Nyla shot him a cold look. "If your child were suddenly taken from home, wouldn't you be worried? Mr. Fleming, do you honestly think Mr. Sumner's actions are justified?"Luca hesitated, at a loss for words. "Ms. Kinsey, I'm just his secretary. I can only follow Mr. Sumner's orders.""Fine, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll just wait here until he lets me see Buddy," Nyla replied.Luc
"I said I'm not eating!" Mason declared, turning his head stubbornly away from the tempting food in front of him."Even if you starve yourself, I still won't let you see your mother. Are you sure you want to put yourself through this?" Damon asked."It's none of your business!" Mason shouted back."Alright. I'm curious to see how long you can keep this up," Damon replied calmly.…For the next few days, Mason continued to refuse food. His once-chubby cheeks quickly thinned, and his face grew pale. Even when Damon tried to force food into him, Mason would spit it out, determined not to eat.As Mason's condition worsened day by day, the doctor called Damon to the hospital."Mr. Summer, Mason already has a fracture. If he keeps refusing to eat, his health will deteriorate, and his injuries will heal much more slowly..."Damon's expression darkened. He had tried everything over the past few days, but Mason remained defiant. The boy's only goal was to return to Nyla.Seeing Damon's
Nyla glanced at Damon, her eyes blazing with anger. "Damon, you're such a jerk!""Fifty seconds left," Damon replied, his tone flat His expression was cold, and the icy glint in his eyes sent chills through her."Fine, I agree," Nyla finally conceded.She was resolute—she couldn't bear the thought of losing Mason again.Damon didn't seem surprised by her surrender. He answered coldly, "He's in Room 302."Without looking back, Nyla hurried down the hall.When she reached the door, she stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath. Her hand trembled as she grasped the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open.Even though she had tried to prepare herself, the sight of Mason hit her harder than expected. Her eyes immediately filled with tears.In just a few days, he had lost weight, his face pale and gaunt. He looked utterly defeated."Buddy…" Nyla's voice broke, tears spilling over.Mason turned his head, disbelief flickering across his face. As soon as he saw her, the dullness in his
Although a bit reluctant, Mason nodded. "Okay."As Nyla sipped her soup, she received a call from Oliver."Nyla, how's the progress in Saintornia? Have you found Buddy?" Oliver asked.Nyla lowered her gaze and moved to the window, responding quietly with a soft hum.Upon sensing something was wrong, Oliver's voice grew concerned. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"After a moment of hesitation, Nyla opened up slowly. "Damon won't give Buddy back to me. He says I can't protect him. I can stay with Buddy, but I have to move to his villa."A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line.Nyla bit her lip. "I agreed to his terms. Oliver, maybe we should just—"Before she could say "forget it", Oliver interrupted, "Nyla, I know you're in a tough spot. Once I take care of things in Capitarnia, I'll head to Saintornia, and we can figure out what to do next, alright?""Oliver, you're such a good person. I don't want to drag you down anymore," Nyla reasoned."You've never been a b
The room fell into silence.Damon paused, a complex emotion welling up inside him.He had been raised with an elite education, where practicality and benefit always came before freedom and happiness. Every decision he made was driven by gain.Emotions had never held much weight for him. He had never considered whether he was happy.When Nyla told him that the most important thing was for Mason to grow up freely and happily, something in his heart stirred.Amid the silence, Damon's phone suddenly rang.Seeing that it was Erin, he subtly furrowed his brow and stood to leave the room.As he walked out, the oppressive atmosphere in the room lifted.When he returned after the call, Mason had finished his soup, and Nyla was tidying up.Watching her graceful profile, Damon pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, "I have a meeting at the company later. I'll come back to see Buddy tomorrow."Nyla hummed.Her indifferent attitude didn't bother Damon. He turned and left quic
After a brief moment of anger, Gabriel regained his composure, his gaze turning cold. "Damon, Mr. Westcott assured me he wouldn't partner with Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, he wouldn't have signed this contract with me. Stop lying."Damon remained unfazed and spoke calmly. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."With that, he turned and continued into Tim's office with Spencer following close behind.Gabriel stared at Damon's retreating back and instructed his secretary, "We're going back inside. I need to see for myself whether Damon or Tim is lying to me."Trailing Damon, Gabriel stormed into Tim's office.Seeing both men enter together, Tim raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett, what brings the two of you here together? Is there an issue with your contract as well, Mr. Hackett?"The subtle emphasis on "as well" struck Gabriel like a ton of bricks. His expression darkened."Mr. Westcott, you assured me at the restaurant that you wouldn't c
"Mr. Westcott, I'll return the money to him right away," Crystal said quickly.Tim waved dismissively. "No need. Tomorrow, go to the finance department and collect 8,000,000 dollars. After that, you don't need to come to the company."Crystal's face turned pale. She knew all too well that this sum of money was a breakup fee."Mr. Westcott, I truly realize my mistake. Please, give me another chance..." she pleaded, reaching out to grab his sleeve.The moment she saw the cold look in his eyes, her hand froze mid-air, and she dared not move any closer.Tim stood tall, looking down at her with an icy expression. He spoke slowly. "You should be grateful to Mr. Hackett. If he'd only given you a few hundred thousand, that's all you'd be getting from me as well. But 15,000,000 dollars in total for three years? I'd say that's more than enough."He added, his tone final, "I don't want to make this uglier than it has to be. Let's part on good terms."Crystal's face went ashen. She wanted t
"Would you happen to have a moment later? I'd love to discuss something," Gabriel asked.Tim smiled. "What a coincidence. I suppose I can spare a few minutes for a chat.""Excellent," Gabriel replied.Standing, Crystal smoothed her dress. "I'll freshen up."She knew better than to linger during Tim's business discussions."Your lipstick needs touching up. Take your time," Tim said mildly."Of course," Crystal answered.She found a quiet spot and sat for over half an hour, waiting until she received a bank notification confirming a deposit of 7,000,000 dollars.Satisfied, she returned to the table, only to find Tim dining alone."Tim, when did Mr. Hackett leave?" she asked, quickening her pace to sit across from him.Tim continued cutting his steak with deliberate precision. "No talking while eating."Although his tone was calm, Crystal had been with him long enough to sense his simmering anger.She pressed her lips together, instinctively explaining, "Tim, I'm sorry. Mr. Ha
By midday, Tim still refused to see Gabriel.Gabriel, considering taking a break and returning later, received a call from his secretary."Mr. Hackett, I found out Mr. Westcott has a girlfriend. Perhaps she could help arrange a meeting," his secretary said.A spark lit in Gabriel's eyes. "Send me her details right away."The secretary quickly forwarded the information.Tim's girlfriend, Crystal Glasco, came from an average family and worked as his assistant.Her background was straightforward—a bachelor's degree and a job at the Westcott Group right after graduation, where she became Tim's assistant.Their relationship, however, was more about Tim keeping her than about them being equals. That said, their three years together suggested Tim held some level of affection for her.After reviewing the details, Gabriel immediately called his secretary back. "Find a way to contact Crystal. I need to meet her today."…At around 8:00 p.m., Crystal entered an upscale restaurant in Cap
Under Tim's leadership, the Westcott Group maintained its position as one of the top four families in Capitarnia, leaving the other three far behind.After reading the file, Gabriel closed it and asked coldly, "I asked you to arrange a meeting with Mr. Westcott. What's their response?"The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Hackett, Mr. Westcott's secretary hasn't responded. It seems they aren't interested in meeting with you."Gabriel wasn't fazed. The document made it clear that Tim was proud and highly selective in his dealings. Such a person wasn't easily approached.For Damon to even gain the Westcott Group's consideration, he must have put in significant effort.Still, there was an opportunity as long as the contract wasn't signed."No need to wait for a reply. I'll go to the Westcott Group myself tomorrow morning," Gabriel said."Understood, Mr. Hackett," the secretary replied.…At 7:00 a.m. the next day, Gabriel was already standing outside the Westcott Group. The sun hadn't f
Damon nodded. "Got it. Have the PR department continue contacting major media outlets to remove any negative commentary about Prospectus Technology. We can't let this situation escalate further."In the business world, public opinion could be lethal. Most people were naturally inclined to follow the crowd. Without knowing the full picture, they could easily be misled.If the narrative that Prospectus Technology's chips were faulty spread too far, restoring their reputation later would require monumental resources. It was critical to stop this from snowballing now."Understood, Mr. Sumner. By the way, how's the deal in Capitarnia coming along?" someone asked.Upon hearing that, Damon's previously tense expression relaxed slightly. "Progress is decent. Barring any unforeseen issues, we should be able to sign the contract in a couple of days."The group on the call let out a collective sigh of relief.Once the deal was signed, Prospectus Technology would recover some of its losses
"We can sign an agreement if you're still worried. I promise never to challenge your custody of Wilhelm in my lifetime," Jane assured.Seeing her determination, Gabriel remained silent.Noticing his hesitation, Jane gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly. "Gabriel, you're already hesitating, even though you haven't remarried yet. How can I believe you'll treat Wilhelm fairly in the future?"Gabriel's gaze turned cold. "No matter what, Wilhelm will be better off with me than with you. When and how much of the shares I give him is my decision, not yours."With that, he turned to leave.As he reached the doorway, Jane's voice echoed behind him. "If you don't transfer half your shares to Wilhelm, I won't leave the country!"Gabriel paused, then glanced back at her mockingly. "Whether you leave or stay means nothing to me. And why would you think your refusal to leave is a threat to me?""Gabriel, you're a bastard!" Jane shouted.Gabriel smirked and left without another word
Wilhelm froze for a moment, his eyes welling up with tears as confusion and hurt clouded them."Mommy, do you really not want me anymore?" he asked, his voice trembling.Jane's gaze flickered with a brief trace of pain as she looked at Wilhelm sitting pitifully on the floor. But the softness in her eyes vanished as quickly as it appeared.She stared at him coldly. "That's right. I never wanted you. I hit you to try and get your father to come back."The other day, when I took you out for steak, I deliberately let you eat that hazelnut cake. You started itching later because you're allergic—that was intentional, too. I wanted you hospitalized so I could force your father to see me."Her tone grew harsher. "Now that Gabriel and I are divorced, you're of no use to me. You're just a burden. Taking you with me would only drag me down."And I hate your father. Naturally, I hate you, too. Don't show up in front of me again!"Wilhelm sat frozen, her words cutting into him like shards of
If Wilhelm stopped wanting to see Jane, the bond between them would naturally fade over time."No! I don't want food!" Wilhelm cried, hurling Gabriel's phone onto the car seat.He began pounding on the car door, trying to open it. "I want to see Mommy! I want to live with her, not you!"Gabriel, his patience wearing thin, locked the doors with a sharp click and turned to Wilhelm, his expression darkening."Your mother doesn't want you. Even if you find her, she won't take you. I'm the only one you have now," he said."I hate you! I don't want to be with you! I don't want you as my dad!" Wilhelm screamed.Gabriel's restraint, already fraying after days of tantrums, finally snapped. He stared at his son and said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether you want me or not. No one wants you now except me."Jane didn't want Wilhelm. The Wilkies wouldn't want him either."That's not true!" Wilhelm sobbed uncontrollably. "Mommy wants me. Mommy's just mad. If I'm good, she'll take me back! S