rk’s head snapped to the side from the p, yet heughed aloud. “Dad, you’re scared Grandpa will cut off your allowance if you upset him. But I’m not afraid. Now that I know N is alive, I have to go back to the country!”
Damon’s gaze hardened, his voice ice–cold as he addressed Cyrus, “What did rk mean?”
Cyrus didn’t have time for rk’s outbursts. He turned to Damon, his expression tense. “Damon, I don’t know anything. rk hasn’t been right in the head since he went abroad. He’s just rambling.”
If Richard discovered they had leaked information about Damon’s hypnosis, they would be in serious trouble–he’d cut off their allowances, and that would be the end of them.
Damon’s face grew even colder. “Cyrus, I think I can determine for myself whether he’s in his right mind.”
Cyrus sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Damon, stop asking. I really don’t know anything.”
Damon sneered. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask Dad myself!<b>” </b>
Without another word, Damon turned and walked away. All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.
As Damon strode off, rk tried to get into the car, but Cyrus called for someone to stop him. “rk, I can’t let you go back to the country. It’s for your own good.”
rk prepared to struggle, but with a quick signal from Cyrus, one of the men behind him struck rk at the base of his neck. He crumpled, unconscious, to the ground.
Leaving the vi, Damon immediately instructed Luca to book a flight home. Since neither Cyrus nor rk would talk, he would have to confront Richard directly.
N was on her way to theb when she received a call from Oliver, inviting her to lunch.
She checked her schedule and decided to ept, seeing that none of her experiments were time-
sensitive.
At noon, she arrived at the restaurant right on time. As she sat down across from Oliver, he handed her
the menu.
“Take a look and see what you’d like,” he said.
With a smile, N epted the menu and asked, “Why did you suddenly want to have lunch with me today?”
Knowing she had experiments to conduct, Oliver typically scheduled their meals for dinner.
“I have something urgent to ask you,” he replied.
“What is it?” N asked. When she looked up and met his serious gaze, she momentarily froze.
“There’s a resort project with the Keithstone Group that the Raynor Group originally didn’t qualify for. But yesterday, Ms. Keith’s secretary contacted us, saying they agreed to coborate–on the condition that I return as the CEO of the Raynor Group,” Oliver exined.
N raised an eyebrow. “So you’re back at the Raynor Group now?”
Oliver nodded. “Yes, thanks to you. But Ms. Keith wouldn’t agree so easily on such a major project. Did you strike some sort of deal with her?”
N noticed the worry in his eyes, which warmed her heart.
“You don’t need to worry. There’s no deal involved. At an event some time ago, Ms. Keith fainted from low blood sugar, and I helped her. She said I could use that favor to negotiate a condition,” she replied.
Oliver frowned u