Noticing Damon's displeasure, Walter quickly said, "Mr. Sumner, I'll check who it is.""Mm," Damon hummed in agreement.As soon as Walter stepped out of the car, the driver's door of the BMW opened.Jane emerged, dressed in a pure white suit. She walked straight to Damon's rear window and gently tapped on it."Mr. Sumner, I believe you've heard about the fight between Mr. Mason and my son at school. I'm here to discuss how we can resolve this matter," she said.Damon rolled down the window, his expression blank. "Ms. Wilkie, how do you propose to resolve this?"Jane hadn't anticipated Damon taking this tone, considering that Mason had pushed Wilhelm, resulting in Wilhelm's injuries.Even if he was accustomed to being high and mighty, wouldn’t he at least be a bit more accommodating?If it were someone else, Jane would have gone straight to the police by now instead of coming to negotiate.Suppressing her anger, she forced a smile and asked, "Mr. Sumner, would you mind discussi
"No, thanks. I like playing by myself," Mason replied, recalling how he had always lost to Damon in their previous games.He had no desire to play building blocks with him again.Damon wasn't offended by his son's rejection. Smiling, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you afraid of losing to me?"Mason shot him a glance but didn't respond—his expression clearly said, "Do you really need to ask?""Buddy, as a boy, you should face challenges bravely and keep trying until you finally beat me," Damon coaxed.Mason didn't even look up as he stacked another block. "Daddy, there's a saying about knowing when to back off. I play with building blocks for fun. If I keep losing to you in every game, it just makes me unhappy and defeats the purpose of playing."Damon was momentarily taken aback by Mason's words, feeling uncharacteristically speechless.After a few seconds, he finally spoke up. "Buddy, I want to know what happened at school today. Can you tell me about it?""I already tol
Nyla avoided Damon's gaze, pondering how to respond.After several seconds, Damon's deep voice broke the silence. "Still haven't figured out what to say? Then I might just—""Wait!" Nyla quickly raised her head, placing a hand over his mouth as she met his stare. "No matter what I say, you're just going to say it isn't good enough and keep doing what you were doing, right?"In her clear eyes, Damon saw his own reflection, feeling as if he were the only person in her world.His gaze suddenly turned intense and locked onto hers with a predatory focus, leaving no room for escape.Heat rose in Nyla's cheeks under his piercing stare. She bit her lip and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?!"Did he realize how intimidating that look was? It felt as if he wanted to devour her whole.Damon remained silent, the tension between them thickening.Nyla felt her hand, which rested against his chest, weaken. Should she just beg for mercy to get him to let her go?Just as she was con
"Nathaniel, what do you want?" Rebecca asked.Seeing the wariness and fear in her eyes, Nathaniel smiled and calmly took a seat across from her."I'm not here to do anything. I just wanted to chat," he replied.Rebecca's hands trembled subconsciously in her lap, convinced that this must be some new way for Nathaniel to torment her. If her response didn't satisfy him, he would definitely resort to violence again.Sadly, she had nowhere else to go.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze and said, "Don't forget, I'm supposed to go out to sea with Mr. Nuttall the day after tomorrow. If he finds out I'm hurt…"Nathaniel chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't lay a finger on you today."Rebecca's tense back relaxed slightly at his words, but she still looked at him with lingering fear."What do you want to talk about?" she asked.For the past few years, Nathaniel had treated her with disdain, even hatred, blaming her for the fallout between him and Damon. They rarely had
Rebecca's heart settled a bit as she quickly took out her phone to message Sullivan.Back in his study, Nathaniel's expression was as dark as ever. Having spent over five years under the same roof as Rebecca, he was certain she was hiding something from him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have looked so distressed earlier.He immediately contacted his secretary, instructing him to investigate what had happened during Rebecca's time abroad.The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Preston, the company has only 400,000 dollars in available funds. Investigating what happened with Mrs. Preston overseas several years ago could be quite expensive…"Besides, he thought, every penny was crucial for the company right now. Spending it to look into Rebecca felt like a waste.Nathaniel's expression turned icy as he instructed, "Use my personal account for this investigation. We must uncover the truth, no matter what!"He understood Damon's temperament. If he couldn't present useful information next time, Damo
Ruby rested her hand on the window for a moment before slowly pushing it open.The kitten was docile. It jumped in and curled up in the corner of the windowsill. It was curious but remained still, simply looking around.Ruby closed the window and picked up the little creature. She turned to Sullivan and said, "Sullivan, it's getting late. I'll come back to see you tomorrow. What do you want to eat then?"Instead of answering her, Sullivan stared at the cat nestled in her arms with a frown. "Are you planning to keep that cat?"Ruby gently stroked the kitten's head with one hand while cradling it in the other. The kitten seemed to sense her kindness and tilted its head up, enjoying the touch.Sullivan's expression darkened.Despite all his efforts to get Ruby to notice him—his injuries sustained while helping her—she remained distant. Yet here she was, so kind to a creature she had just met."Yes, I feel a connection with this kitten," she replied.Sullivan said, "What about me?
Damon's profile was cold when he answered, "Let's see what Jane wants to discuss before we decide.""Okay," Nyla replied.…Jane had just finished getting ready to leave when a maid from the Wilkie residence hurried over."Ms. Wilkie, Mr. Pedro wants to see you," the maid informed her.Jane frowned. "Did Grandpa say what it was about?"The maid shook her head. "No, he didn't.""Alright, I understand. You can go back now," Jane replied.After the maid left, Jane changed her shoes and turned to Gabriel, who was still having breakfast. "Gabriel, take Wil to school later. Grandpa called me over, and I don't want to delay."Gabriel replied gently, "Sure."Once Jane left, Wilhelm threw down his spoon in indignation. "Daddy, I don't want to go to school. I don't want to see Mason!"Gabriel looked at him and asked, "But you promised Mommy and me last night that you'd be good."After Gabriel returned home the previous night, Jane had told him about her plan to use Wilhelm's injury t
"If we can resolve this matter, I plan to give you a portion of the company's equity. This way, your voice in the company will carry more weight," Pedro said.Jane's eyes lit up with excitement. "Grandpa, really?"Over the past few years, she had made significant contributions to the development of the Wilkie Group. Without shares, however, the company's shareholders often questioned her authority.Having a stake in the Wilkie Group would make it much easier for her to manage tasks. Moreover, owning shares would give her a say in company matters, bringing her one step closer to taking over!"Of course. I've seen your efforts, so don't worry. As long as you continue to work hard for the company, I won't shortchange you," Pedro promised.Jane felt a rush of excitement but tried to maintain a calm demeanor. "Grandpa, it's an honor to contribute to the company's development. I will work even harder to live up to your expectations!"…When Jane arrived at Prospectus Technology, it wa