It took several minutes before Cyrus finally spoke in a low voice. "Mom is already gone, and Damon will soon hand the company over to Clark. Just pretend you don't know about this. Bringing it up won't do any good."Cindy sneered at him. "I'm not interested, but if you keep being soft-hearted toward Damon, then don't bother calling Clark your son! Let's see if Damon even cares about your compassion!"Cyrus fell silent. After a long pause, he sighed deeply. "Fine, I understand."…At 8:00 p.m., Damon arrived at the Sumner residence right on time.As soon as he walked in, the atmosphere in the living room became tense. In addition to Cyrus' family and Richard, Brandon was also present.Richard looked at Damon expressionlessly. "Take a seat. On the table is the share transfer agreement for the company. As long as you sign it, I'll let you see Dr. Herbert immediately."Damon walked over to the table, picked up the document, and calmly read through it.He didn't rush to sign. Instea
Brandon sneered. "Don't even think about it. I'd rather give my shares to a beggar than to someone like you—a schemer who expects everything without putting in any effort.""You!" Clark shouted, raising his fist and swinging it toward Brandon's face.Before he could make contact, a bone-chilling voice stopped him. "If that punch lands, I can guarantee you'll never set foot in the Sumner Group again."Damon's tone lacked any hint of threat, but Clark felt certain he meant every word.Richard snapped back to his senses, shouting, "Clark! I didn't call you here tonight to fight! If you want to fight, take it outside!"This provided Clark with a way to back down. He lowered his hand and glared at Brandon. "I'll let you off tonight, but you'd better not have done anything illegal at the company these past few years. When I take over, I won't show any mercy."Brandon scoffed. "You're all talk with nothing in hand. If the company ends up in the hands of someone useless like you, it'll g
Damon turned back, still smiling. "Is there anything else?"Richard gritted his teeth. "Fine. I'll buy your shares at market price, but you have to sign right now!"Damon's smile deepened. "Market price was the offer earlier. You missed your chance. Unless it's double the market price, I won't agree."Richard nearly fainted with rage. "Damon, don't push your luck! Double the market price—how can you even ask for that?""I'm just talking business. You're free to decline," Damon replied."There's no way I'll agree to that! Market price, not a penny more!" Richard growled.Damon nodded. "Then, I'm afraid I have to say no deal. I'm not selling."Before Richard could respond, Damon was already out the door.Cyrus wanted to chase after him, but Richard stopped him. "Come back! Even if you catch up to him, he won't sell to you. We were wrong from the start."Richard had thought that holding the doctor card would give him leverage over Damon, but he had forgotten that Damon was never
Clark rushed forward, shouting at his parents, who were still arguing, "Stop fighting! Grandpa's passed out!"Cyrus and Cindy whipped around, stunned by the sudden turn of events. They immediately ceased their argument."Dad! Dad!" Cyrus dashed to Richard's side, desperately trying to wake him.Cindy, now panicking, quickly dialed emergency services.Richard's face was ashen, and he appeared completely lifeless.Fear gripped everyone's hearts. He couldn't die—not now. If he did, their chances of getting the Sumner Group would vanish.The sound of ambulance sirens grew louder. Soon, paramedics arrived, rushing Richard onto a stretcher and taking him to the hospital.Outside the emergency room…Cyrus and Cindy waited anxiously.Cyrus paced back and forth, muttering, "What do we do? What do we do?"Cindy sat in a chair, pale-faced, her hands tightly clasped together.Clark sat a little distance away from them, his expression dark as he remained deep in thought.After what felt
Damon glanced at Brandon coolly as he replied, "You're not seeing things. This is my son.""Your son?! Since when did you have a kid this old?!" Brandon exclaimed.He stared at Mason in shock before his gaze shifted to Nyla. His brow furrowed as he suddenly recognized her. "Wait... you are... Nyla Jayston?!"Brandon had only met Nyla a few times before. Since he wasn't great with faces, he hadn't formed much of an impression of her, especially after learning that she had fallen into the sea.If it weren't for the fact that Nyla was Valarie's close friend—and he had been pursuing Valarie for five years, knowing she visited Nyla's grave every year on her birthday—he probably would have forgotten about her completely.Nyla was surprised he remembered her and smiled. "Hello, Mr. Brandon.""Hello, hello!" Brandon replied, but as he spoke, a realization struck him.His eyes widened as he turned to look at Damon. It took him a moment to recover. "Uncle Damon, you really kept this under
Seeing Damon's confident demeanor, clearly having a plan in mind, Brandon finally felt a sense of relief."Okay, I get it. But Clark and Uncle Cyrus have gone too far. They'll do anything to get their hands on the Sumner Group," he grumbled.Damon remained indifferent, commenting, "It's not surprising. People will risk everything for money. If they don't bring me down, they'll never get the Sumner Group."Even though Damon was right, Brandon still believed that Cyrus and Clark were far too ruthless. If Clark hadn't cheated back then, he wouldn't have been kicked out of the Sumner Group. Meanwhile, Brandon wouldn't have had the chance to become the company's CEO.If one wanted something, one should work for it. Trying to take the easy way out would only lead to self-destruction.After wrapping up their conversation, Brandon lingered for a little while longer before leaving.Later, after putting Mason to bed, Nyla came downstairs to get some water.Seeing only Damon sitting on the
Valarie figured the woman Brandon mentioned was probably just a stand-in Damon had found to replace Nyla.She didn't care how Damon regained his memory after losing it for five years—what he was doing was clearly an insult to Nyla. She wasn’t going to let this go easily.Brandon wasn’t surprised by Valarie’s reaction. After all, if someone suddenly told him that a person who had been dead for years was still alive, his first reaction would be disbelief too."Valarie, I’m not joking. I really—" he tried to explain.Before he could finish, the call ended abruptly. When he tried to call back, he saw that the line was busy.Brandon frowned, thought for a moment, and turned his car around. He drove straight to Valarie’s place. Since she didn’t believe him, he was going to take her to see Nyla himself.…After hanging up, Valarie tore off her face mask and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She quickly changed into an outfit and drove off.Not long after leaving her hous
Brandon clenched his jaw, resolute. "Uncle Damon, Valarie really misunderstood. You're the bigger person here. Don't hold a grudge against her."Valarie broke free from Brandon's grip, stepping forward to face Damon again."I don't need his forgiveness. Even if it costs me my life today, I'm going to get justice for Nyla!" she snapped.Damon let out a cold laugh. "Justice? What do you think you know?"Realizing Damon's fury, Brandon quickly grabbed Valarie's arm, saying, "Valarie, you've really misunderstood. That woman is Nyla. It's my fault for calling you earlier—I should have told you in person. Hurry and apologize to my uncle!"Valarie shook off his hand, her tone icy. "Why should I apologize? Fine, if you say that woman is Nyla, then bring her out right now! I want to see just how much she looks like the real deal!"As her words fell, the temperature around them seemed to drop sharply.Brandon didn't dare look at Damon. Nonetheless, he suppressed his fear and sneaked a gla