Chapter <b>575 </b>


    The moment the words left Damon’s mouth, he regretted them.


    His expression darkened instantly. He had no idea why he had said petty jealousy toward another man.


    N was caught off guard as well, freezing for a moment.


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    Before she could respond, Damon added coldly, “Don’t get the wrong idea. I just figured since you went ahead and had my child on your own, you must really like me.”


    N pressed her lips together, her gaze indifferent as she looked at him.


    “You’re overthinking it, Mr. Sumner. The fact that I gave birth to Buddy was an ident, and it had nothing to do with you. I don’t like you,” she replied.


    Damon let out a snicker. “Good. Any man liked by a woman like you is unlucky.”


    N’s face darkened. She hadn’t expected the amnesiac Damon to be so vicious with his words.


    “Mr. Sumner, I’m here to talk about Oliver, not to discuss which she said.


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    “He tried topete with Prospectus Technology for a project and lost, costing hispany a fortune. He got fired as a result. It’s not my problem. If anything, I’m the victim


    Damon stated.


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    N frowned, suspicion flickering in her eyes. “You’re sure you didn’t sabotage him?”


    “If I had, getting kicked out of the Raynor Group would have been the least of his worries,” Damon replied tly.


    He was growing impatient. He stood up, towering over her. “Instead of using photos to threaten me, why don’t you tell Oliver to stop scheming behind my back if he doesn’t have the skills for it?” Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    With that, he turned and walked out.


    N lowered her head in silence for a while, thinking about how else she could help Oliver.


    Her phone suddenly rang, interrupting her thoughts.


    Seeing it was Mason’s teacher, she quickly answered.


    “Ms. Kinsey, Buddy got into a fight in the ssroom. Pleasee to the school as soon as you can,” the teacher said.


    By the time N arrived at the school, more than half an hour had passed.


    She rushed into the teacher’s office and saw Mason standing alone in a corner. His clothes were dirty, smeared with shoe prints. His face was bruised, and his forehead was scraped.


    Across from him stood a chubby boy, Kayden Conway, also injured. Beside him was a middle–aged woman with a sour expression, scolding Mason relentlessly.


    Upon seeing Mason hang his head, N’s heart clenched. She hurried to his side, pulled him behind her,


    and red coldly at the woman.


    “I’m Mason’s mother. If you have something to say, say it to me. Why are you verbally attacking a child? Learn some decency!” N snapped.


    At that, the middle–aged woman, Regina Flint, exploded. She sneered and shoved her son forward. “Look at what your son did to mine!”


    Her gaze swept over N, and a sh of jealousy crossed her face before turning into disdain. “I’ve heard rumors about you–that you’re not exactly respectable. Looks like it’s true. No wonder you’ve got a fatherless bastard who’s just as poorly behaved!”


    N was about to respond when Mason suddenly charged forward, grabbing Regina’s leg and biting down


    hard.


    “Aaah!” Regina’s scream filled the office. “Get off me, you little bastard! Let go, or I swear I’ll make <i>your </i>pay!”


    Furious, Regina grabbed Mason by the cor, ready to throw him to the floor.


    Just as N moved to intervene, the door to the office swung open.


    “Who called my son a fatherless bastard?” a voice asked.