Caroline didn’t say anything more, merely reminding N to be careful on her way back before heading into the hotel.


    N got home and sat on the sofa. She was about to rest when she noticed a corner of the invitation peeking out of her bag. She pulled it out and opened it. As she read through the conference details, her grip on the invitation tightened.


    Maybe Caroline was right. She should reconsider her future ns. She couldn’t have children, and even without Reba’s interference, she and Damon wouldn’t havested.


    Besides, having already been burned once by rk, she shouldn’t make the same mistake again. N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    With that thought, a determined glint appeared in her eyes.


    The next morning, as soon as N arrived at Prospectus Technology, she ran into Reba.


    To be precise, Reba was deliberately waiting for her.


    “Ms. Jayston, good morning! I came to deliver breakfast to Damon. He has a sensitive stomach and doesn’t like eating breakfast made by others, so I made it myself,” Reba said.


    N frowned and replied coldly, “Ms. Austen, if you enjoy showing off so much, you might as well bring along a couple of photographers next time to capture, ou delivering breakfast and send the photos to some entertainment news outlets. Let everyone


    see how ‘virtuous and considerate‘ you are.”


    Reba smirked and brushed her hair back. “There’s no need for that. As long as Damon understands my intentions, that’s enough.”


    “Then don’t unt it in front of me. I’m not interested.” With that, N walked past her and left.


    Reba watched her retreating figure, her smile widening. She hoped N had really given up on Damon. Otherwise, she would ensure N couldn’t stay in Saintornia.


    Once on the top floor, Reba walked straight into Damon’s office.


    “Damon, I heard you didn’t have breakfast beforeing to work. I brought you breakfast. I made it myself. Please have it before you start working,” she said.


    Damon remained impassive, his eyes still on the documents. “Just leave it on the desk. You’re not well. There’s no need for you to cook or bring food in person.”


    Reba bit her lip, disappointment shing in her eyes. “But you have a sensitive stomach because you skipped breakfast at university. You should-”


    Before she could finish, the office door swung open, and Spencer rushed in.


    Seeing Reba, he paused before saying, “Mr. Sumner, I have an important report.”


    Damon finally looked up at Reba, “You can go now. I need to get back to work.”


    “But the breakfast-” Reba began.


    Damon didn’t respond, his impatience evident.


    Reluctantly, Reba set the thermos down. “Remember to eat itter.”


    She left, ncing back several times.


    “What’s the matter?” Damon asked Spencer.


    “Mr. rk has stolen another partnership from us,” Spencer reported.


    Damon tossed the document onto the desk, his expression


    tightening and growing colder. “It seems he’s determined to go head- to–head with Prospectus Technology.”


    Spencer kept his head down, hesitant to speak. After all, rk was Damon’s nephew–one of their own.


    “Find out whichpanies he’s been working with recently. If he wants to y games, I’ll y along!” Damon huffed.


    “Yes, sir!” Spencer replied.


    Once Spencer left, Damon picked up the documents again, ignoring the breakfast on his desk.