If rk had known Jordyn would be so troublesome, he would never have let himself get involved with her in the first ce. Hanging up, he nced upstairs and took a deep breath before briskly walking towar As Damon approached his car at the vi entrance, he noticed Spencer standing nearby with an odd expression.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Spencer hesitated for a moment before replying, "Mr. Sumner, you better see for yourself..."


    Damon opened the car door with a slight frown. Inside, he found N looking disheveled and staring at him nervously. Anyone seeing this scene without knowing the context would likely assume he had done so Damon mmed the car door shut and demanded coldly, "What''s going on?"


    "L... I don''t know. Ms. Jayston just limped out of the vi and said she wanted you to give her a ride..."


    "And you let her get in?"


    Damon''s irritation was palpable. He hade here today to warn rk aspensation for the night he almosty his hand on N. From the moment he stepped out of the vi, he wanted nothing more to d Sensing Damon''s displeasure, Spencer involuntarily shrank back and lowered his head. "Mr. Sumner, I''m sorry. It won''t happen again."


    If it weren''t for the fact that N was Damon''s niece-inw, he wouldn''t have dared to let her into the car.


    "If there''s a next time, you''ll be mining in the desert."


    "What should we do now? Should I ask Ms. Jayston to get out?"


    Damon sneered. "If someone sees hering out of my car in disarray, I won''t be able to exin myself."


    Spencer hung his head even lower. He should have locked the car when he saw N.


    "Alright, get in the car first."


    Damon took off his suit jacket and threw it onto N.


    Initially, N feared that Damon would kick her out of the car. They had only met a few times, and she didn''t know his temper.


    As she pondered how she would escape if Damon intended to kick her out, the car door suddenly swung open, and a coat flew toward her.


    In an instant, it blocked out all light, but Damon''s voice echoed clearly.


    "Put it on."


    The scent of pine mingled with a hint of tobo drifted to her nose. She bit her lip, reached up to take the coat off her head, and put it on. Damon''s warmth still lingered in the coat.


    N lowered her gaze, subconsciously gripping the hom of the suit jacket. Besides rk, this was the first time she had worn another ihan''s clothes, especially in such an awkward and disheveled state. The next moment, Damon got into the car, calmly instructing the driver to start driving


    As the car pulled away, N caught sight of rk''s car passing by, causing her heart to skip a beat. It wasn''t until rk''s car disappeared from view that she breathed a sigh of relief. Regaining herposure, she turned to Damon. "Uncle Damon, thank you for today. Please drop me off at where one can find a taxi."


    Damon turned to look at her indifferently. "What do you think the taxi drivers will make of you in your current state?"


    N turned extremely embarrassed. She had been so anxious to escape that she had forgotten to change her clothes. It was true-she wasn''t presentable for hailing a taxi now. *Then please just drop me off at the entrance of my building."


    "Mm."


    Damon watched her, his brows suddenly furrowing. His piercing gaze made N''s palms sweat nervously. She kept feeling that he was displeased.


    "Uncle Damon... what''s wrong?"


    "You''re sitting on my documents."


    Realization finally struck N. When she had gotten into the car earlier, she felt something underneath her. However, she had been so afraid that rk woulde and drag her back that she ignored it. "I''m sorry..."


    She quickly picked up the documents, hesitating about whether to hand them to Damon


    Spencer, in the passenger seat, reached out and took the documents from her when he sensed her embarrassment. "Ms. Jayston, give them to me."


    N knew that Damon probably wouldn''t touch those documents again.


    The car fell into silence, and no one spoke.


    It wasn''t until the Maybach stopped at the entrance of The Fleur that N breathed a sigh of relief. Being in a confined space with Damon was too overwhelming. It had kept her tense involuntarily. She pushed open the door and got out of the car. "Uncle Damon, thank you for today. I''ll wash the jacket and send it to yourpany''s reception."


    "No need, just throw it away."


    N''s grip on the car door tightened, her fingertips turning white. She bit her lip and lowered her gaze, speaking softly. "Okay, sorry for the trouble, Uncle Damon."


    As soon as she closed the door, the ck Maybach began to drive away. Based on Damon''s earlier attitude, she guessed he didn''t like her.


    Damon was naturally aloof, and their few encounters had been far from pleasant. It was only natural he disliked her.


    N turned and slowly walked toward her apartmentplex, soon disappearing into the stairwell.


    Inside the ck Maybach, Spencer kept his head down and stayed silent, sensing Damon''s icy aura. had thought Damon might show some leniency since N was his niece-inw.


    He


    Given that Damon had dismissed the coat N tried to return, it was clear he was cold toward all women except Marie. Spencer made a mental note never to act on his own again.


    Damon closed his eyes to rest, but he could still smell the faint scent of gardenias from N''s presence in the car, making him inexplicably irritable. "Open the windows."


    The rear windows rolled down halfway, letting in a cold breeze that dispersed the lingering gardenia scent.


    Damon finally felt his irritation ease.


    Suddenly, Spencer''s phone buzzed. He opened the message, frowning as he read it.


    "Mr. Damon, Mr. rk has gone to see your sister-inw... Jordyn is there too. It seems she has been staying at the vi for a few days. Your sister-inw ns to have her keep the baby." Damon sneered. "Cindy''s getting more foolish by the day."


    "Should we inform the family?"


    "No need. Pull our men back."


    Damon had already warned rk out of kindness. If rk and Cindy couldn''t see reason, they would have no business thinking about taking over the Sumner Group.


    When rk arrived at his parents'' house and saw Jordyn and Cindy chatting andughing together, a cold glint shed in his eyes.


    He was utterly sick of Jordyn. After taking his money, she had disappeared from the hospital and then from his life. She had only resurfaced to inform N of her pregnancy while he was on a business trip, furth Now, she had cozied up to his mother, clearly winning her over.


    "Mom, what is the meaning of this?"


    Cindy noticed his scowl and calmly sipped her coffee before replying, "Sit down. Let''s talk about Jordyn''s pregnancy."


    rk nced at Jordyn, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "There''s nothing to discuss. This child is not to


    be born."


    He had made one mistake and wouldn''t repeat it. If this child were born, his rtionship with N would be beyond repair.


    Cindy mmed her cup down in anger. "That''s your child and my grandchild. How can you dismiss it so easily?"


    "It''s just an ident. If you want a grandchild, N and I will work on it."


    "Work on it? How many years have you been married? Every time we visit the family, do you know what your aunts say? If she can''t have children, maybe she should step aside."


    rk turned icy. He stared at Cindy, enunciating each word clearly. "Mom, I will not divorce N, and I will not marry this woman. If you keep talking like this, I won''te around anymore. As for her pregnancy As he finished speaking, six burly bodyguards entered the room, moving to grab Jordyn and take her away.


    Cindy mmed the table. "I dare you to touch her!"


    The bodyguards paused, recognizing Cindy''s authority as rk''s mother. She wouldn''t harm her son but could make life difficult for them. They feared the repercussions of her retribution.