An hour later, Anthony stood outside the Genge residence with a grim expression.The butler greeted him, "Mr. Updike, Mr. Genge does not wish to see you. Please leave.""I'll wait," Anthony replied firmly. "Until he's willing to see me.""Mr. Updike, waiting is pointless. When Mr. Genge makes a decision, no one can change it," the butler said.Anthony asked, "But what did I do to offend him? Why is he determined to destroy my company?"The butler paused, then answered, "Mr. Updike, if you're looking to save your business, you'd be better off asking the Weirs for help."With that, he closed the door. If Anthony understood the implication, he would not linger.In less than a minute, Anthony turned and left.…Monica rushed to meet him outside the Weir residence.The moment she saw him, she exclaimed, "Aren't you the one who said the company is on the verge of bankruptcy? What are you doing here at the Weirs'?""To ask Valarie to spare us," Anthony replied.Monica's eyes widen
All these years they had been married, it had always been Anthony who gave in to Monica. She was accustomed to having her way with him, so it was unlikely she would hold her temper now.What she could not tolerate most was Anthony hitting her in front of a maid.Silence settled between them.Anthony regarded Monica with tired eyes, devoid of the affection that once filled them.Monica's heart pounded as she realized he might actually be serious."You—" she began, her voice faltering.He cut her off, "Fine. If you want a divorce, we'll divorce."She stared at him, stunned. She had only intended the comment as a threat, never imagining he would actually agree.As the shock wore off, it gave way to rage. Not only was he not apologizing for hitting her, but he was also so brazen about it."Fine! But don't you dare regret it!" She spun around, anger burning within her, and stormed back to her car.Watching her drive away, Anthony remained silent. He turned to the maid at the door
As expected, Anthony knew how to handle serious matters—he had far more patience than Monica.When he saw Valarie's car, he immediately ran in front of it."Mr. Updike!" his assistant exclaimed.Valarie was startled and slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, she wasn't driving fast, and her car stopped just inches from Anthony.Anthony's assistant hurried over, still shaken. "Mr. Updike, are you alright?""I'm fine," Anthony replied, his gaze fixed on Valarie through the car window.With a calm expression, he added, "Ms. Weir, I'd like to talk to you."Valarie opened her car door and stepped out, her face icy. "Mr. Updike, we have nothing to discuss. Please move.""Ms. Weir, I only want to apologize," Anthony said.Valarie scoffed. "Your wife came here this morning throwing insults, and now you're here acting all apologetic. Are you two playing good cop, bad cop, thinking I'm an easy target?""Ms. Weir, I am sincerely sorry for my wife's behavior," Anthony replied evenly. "As fo
Valarie smirked. "I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."Anthony stepped aside with a nod, and Valarie got back into her car, driving off.She had originally planned to meet Nyla, but changed her mind and headed straight for the Genge residence instead.When she arrived, a maid greeted her, "Ms. Weir, Mr. Genge is waiting for you in the living room."Valarie snickered. Tom had known all along she would come.Entering the living room, she found Tom lounging on the sofa with a smile. She mirrored his expression and sat across from him."Tom, didn't I tell you I want nothing to do with you and don't want to see you again?" Valarie asked.Although she was smiling, her gaze was icy, filled with disdain.Tom was unfazed by her attitude. Calmly, he poured her a cup of coffee. "I can't stand seeing anyone bully you, so I did something about it. How is that wrong?"Valarie took the cup he handed her and promptly poured its contents into the trash bin beside her."I do
As soon as Valarie finished speaking, Tom grabbed her chin and lowered his head abruptly. The sudden closeness brought him so near that he could smell the faint scent of roses on her.He swallowed hard, his breath quickening noticeably.Valarie's face, however, remained expressionless as she looked at him, her gaze steady and indifferent, as if she were staring at a stranger passing by.Once, her eyes had been filled with warmth and affection for him. She had always been there whenever he looked back.Now, he could find no trace of the love she once had for him in her eyes.A sharp pang spread from Tom's chest, filling his whole body. His hand, still holding her chin, trembled slightly. If only he had realized his feelings sooner, he wouldn't have lost her."Tom, don't look at me with that guilty expression. I only find it pathetic," Valarie spat.If he had broken things off cleanly rather than wavering between her and someone else, she wouldn't despise him as much as she did no
Brandon took a deep breath and explained, "Valarie, that's not what I think. I was just worried about you.""What's there to worry about? Worried I'd fall for him again?" Valarie retorted.The coldness in her gaze made Brandon clench his fists, his expression darkening. "Valarie, is it really necessary to be so sarcastic? You know how much Tom bothers me, yet you didn't tell me you were coming to see him."What if I had met with an ex-girlfriend behind your back without saying anything? Would you be completely unfazed?""Why wouldn't I be? I chose to be with you, so I'd trust you. But you obviously don't feel the same about me," Valarie countered.For any relationship to last, there had to be mutual trust. If Brandon kept being this suspicious and paranoid, it would just wear down their feelings for each other."I told you I don't doubt you. If you'd told me beforehand, I wouldn't have shown up here. Don't you understand my point?" Brandon's gaze on Valarie was disappointed. "You
Valarie thought for a moment and felt a headache."Forget it," she said. "I don't want to think about this right now."After chatting with Nyla a bit longer, she got up to leave.Once she was gone, Nyla headed to the study.Inside, Damon was reading through some documents.Hearing her enter, he looked up and asked, "Valarie already left?""Mm," Nyla hummed.Seeing the slight furrow in Nyla's brows, Damon put down his papers. "What's on your mind?""She and Brandon had a fight," Nyla said. "I think now that Tom is back, there are going to be some serious problems."Although Nyla was sure Valarie no longer had feelings for Tom, his constant interference in her life was like a thorn in Brandon's heart, pricking him just enough to chip away at their relationship.Damon's expression darkened. He wasn't particularly interested in the tension between Valarie and Brandon, but he had noticed that Tom had been in contact with Drake while overseas.Now that Tom was back in the country,
Seeing Damon look weary, Nyla pursed her lips before asking, "Want me to give you a massage?"Damon shook his head. "No need. I'm good now.""Alright," Nyla replied.Damon spent another hour working on his documents before they both headed to bed.After their showers, he offered to dry Nyla's hair."Aren't you tired? I can do it myself," she said."I'll do it," he insisted, taking the hairdryer from her with such determination that she had to let him."Fine," she relented.Turning her back to him, she let the warmth of the dryer lull her into relaxation, nearly dozing off by the time he finished.Setting the dryer aside, he told her, "You go ahead and sleep. I just remembered I have one more document to sign, and then I'll be up."Nyla, thinking nothing of it, nodded. "Okay."Once out of the room, Damon glanced at the few strands of her hair he held in his hand, his expression unreadable.In under ten minutes, he returned, slipping into bed quietly.However, his mind kept
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
Lydia nodded. "Okay, Ms. Kinsey."Shortly after, Lydia returned with Mason by her side.When Mason saw Gabriel and Wilhelm standing at the door, he frowned and turned to Nyla. "Mommy, why is Wilhelm here?"Nyla patted his head gently. "He's here to apologize to you.""Oh." Mason's response was wary, clearly unconvinced.Gabriel observed Nyla's affectionate interaction with Mason, his eyes flickering with a trace of emotion. He turned to Wilhelm. "What did you promise me before we came?"Wilhelm's reluctance was evident. He had agreed to apologize, but only under the threat of losing his chance to see his mother."Mason, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you yesterday. I hope you can forgive me," Wilhelm said, his voice subdued.Mason didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked up at Nyla, silently seeking her guidance."Buddy, this is your decision to make," Nyla said softly. "I'll respect whatever you decide."Mason lowered his head, thinking for a moment.Finally, he s
Brandon sighed and placed the items on the desk. "Aunt Nyla, this crisis is unlike anything Prospectus Technology has faced before. If things go wrong, the company can go bankrupt."Uncle Damon prepared these after finding out Buddy is his son, but he hadn't found the right time to give them to you."Keep them for now. If Prospectus Technology collapses, he'll need this to start over."After a moment's silence, Nyla nodded. "Alright, I'll hold onto them. Is this the only reason you came?""Yes, I need to get back to work," Brandon replied."I'll see you out," Nyla offered.After sending Brandon off, she returned to the study and placed the documents and bank card in the safe upstairs.The next morning…As Nyla was getting dressed, Lydia knocked on the door."Ms. Kinsey, there's a man outside who says he's your brother," Lydia informed her.Brother?Thinking it was likely Gabriel, Nyla's expression turned cold. "I don't know him. Tell him to leave.""Understood," Lydia said
Damon put the file down and sat across from Nyla.Noticing two portions of breakfast on the table, he asked, "You haven't eaten either?""No," Nyla replied as she opened the packages and handed one to him. "I came to eat with you. Spencer told me he brought you breakfast this morning, but you didn't touch it.""I was too busy," Damon said."Being busy isn't an excuse to skip meals. I saw your assistants running around like crazy, and I heard they barely got any sleep last night. Is the issue with the company that serious?" Nyla asked."It's significant," Damon admitted. "Our chips might be causing malfunctions in our partner's machines. If that's confirmed, the company will face a massive compensation payout."Nyla frowned, worry flashing in her eyes. "I can't help much with work, but the least I can do is keep things in order at home. By the way, are you coming home tonight?""Probably not," he replied. "There's still a lot to handle.""Alright. Finish your breakfast. I'll hea
Gabriel took the document, skimmed its contents, and his face darkened."What is it?" Tom asked.Gabriel tossed the document onto the table with a cold laugh. "Nothing important. Damon's just trying to catch me off guard."The document contained evidence of Nyce Tech hiring paid posters to smear Prospectus Technology, but Gabriel wasn't worried.Soon enough, those allegations would become the truth.Tom glanced at the papers and grinned. "As long as it's not a big problem. Anyway, I should get going.""Fine, but don't forget your part in this," Gabriel said pointedly.There was a cold glint in Tom's eyes, though his smile remained. "Relax. I won't let you handle Prospectus Technology alone."After Tom left, Gabriel drained his wine in one gulp.As he prepared to head to his study, a maid approached with a concerned expression."Mr. Hackett, Mr. Wilhelm still refuses to eat," the maid informed him.Gabriel had brought Wilhelm straight back to the villa instead of letting him
Damon's expression was icy as he spoke. "I've already sent the head of R&D with a team to investigate. Let's wait for their findings before jumping to conclusions."He added, "The Agihop 6th Gen isn't out yet. If the issue does lie in the Agihop 5th Gen, we should prepare for the worst—compensation payouts and the possibility of... bankruptcy.""What?!" A collective gasp echoed through the room, disbelief etched on everyone's faces."All this over a single batch of faulty machines from the Longbow Company? Isn't that a bit extreme?""Exactly. If the problem is with the Agihop 5th Gen chips, wouldn't paying compensation suffice?""Mr. Sumner, aren't you exaggerating?"The notion that Prospectus Technology could face bankruptcy over a single chip seemed absurd.Meeting their skepticism with a calm demeanor, Damon elaborated, "The news about Longbow Company's machines breaking down after using our chips has already spread.They're attributing the issue to Prospectus Technology's p
Damon's expression remained unmoved. "As I said, we'll investigate thoroughly. Asking us to accept responsibility before the investigation is complete seems unreasonable, doesn't it?"Jeffrey let out a cold laugh. "Fine, Mr. Sumner. But I hope you act quickly. Every day of delay costs us millions. The longer this drags on, the more Prospectus Technology will have to pay."With that, Jeffrey turned and stormed out of the room.Damon, his expression as icy as ever, summoned the head of the R&D department to his office."Take two of your team members to the Longbow Company and investigate the root cause of the machine failures. Determine whether it's our chips," Damon instructed."Mr. Sumner, it can't be our chips! We've invested so much in their development, and they've been on the market for over three years without a single issue. The problem must be elsewhere," the department head replied.Damon's tone sharpened. "I want accurate results based on the investigation—not assumption
Upon noticing Nyla's flushed cheeks, Damon's eyes darkened further."Nyla, need some help with your bath?" he asked, his voice low and enticing.Nyla snapped out of her daze, quickly pushing him away. Her wary gaze made him look like some kind of dangerous predator."No need, I'll do it myself," she replied.If she let him help, they might not come out of the bathroom for two hours.Disappointment flickered in Damon's eyes. "You really don't need help?""Mm-hmm. Now go. If you have nothing to do, play with Buddy downstairs. I'm going to shower," Nyla said, grabbing her pajamas.She darted into the bathroom as though something was chasing her, locking the door behind her with a sharp click.Hearing the lock, Damon chuckled softly, shook his head, and left the bedroom.Downstairs, Mason was playing with toys in the living room. He didn't even glance up at the sound of Damon's footsteps, already able to distinguish between Damon and Nyla's steps. Just as Damon reached the sofa,
Damon raised an eyebrow and said flatly, "It's not about my approval. It's about ensuring the safety of the other children."Gabriel kept his gaze low, anger flickering in his eyes. What else could he say?"Understood. I've learned my lesson today, Mr. Sumner," he gritted through his teeth.The crowd began to disperse.Most parents hurriedly took their children and left, keeping a noticeable distance from Wilhelm and Gabriel as they passed, still wary that Wilhelm might lash out unpredictably.Before long, only Damon, Nyla, and Mason remained at the gate with Gabriel and Wilhelm.Gabriel turned to Damon with a cold expression. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Sumner, I'll take Wilhelm and leave now.""Mr. Hackett, shouldn't your son apologize to Buddy?" Damon asked.Gabriel's expression hardened.Taking a deep breath, he looked down at Wilhelm and said sternly, "Wilhelm, apologize to Buddy."Wilhelm lifted his chin defiantly. "I won't! I didn't do anything wrong!""Wilhelm, beh