In the next moment, Damon pushed N away, his expression dripping with disdain. “Ms. Kinsey, even if you’re throwing yourself at me, I won’t let you o


    easily


    N’s face flushed with anger.


    Throwing herself at him? What gave him the impression that she wanted to seduce him?


    She raised an eyebrow and gave him a once–over.


    Her scrutinizing gaze made Damon frown instinctively, his face darkening even further.


    “Mr. Sumner, not a single part of you meets my standards, and your temper is dreadful. Rest assured, even if every other man on Earth disappeared, I w


    Damon let out a coldugh. “A man like Oliver is definitely more suitable for you. After all, he’s someone. who bends to your every whim.”


    He couldn’t understand how someone as sessful as Oliver could fall for a woman like her.


    N’s expression hardened. “You have no right to judge Oliver.”


    “Oh? Just onement and you’re so protective of him. It seems you really do like him. In that case, give me Buddy, and you can have another child wit


    N looked at him in disbelief, unable toprehend how he could say something so cruel. “Damon, what do you think children are? Something you ca


    Damon’s expression turned cold. “I won’t let my child call someone else ‘Dad‘!”


    “I’ve already said it–Buddy is not your child,” N emphasized.


    Just as Damon was about to respond, his phone suddenly rang.


    Seeing the name shing on the screen, he answered. “Yes?”


    “Damon, I got the child’s used cup and have sent it to the testing center,” the caller said.


    A flicker of emotion crossed Damon’s face, but he quickly masked it with an impassive expression. “Got it. Let me know when you have the results.”


    Hanging up, he turned to N, his voice icy. “N, I’ve obtained Buddy’s DNA. In less than 24 hours, I’ll know if he’s my child.”


    The moment his words fell, N’s face turned ashen, and her entire body froze in ce.


    When she finally processed what he had said, anger surged within her. “Damon, what gives you the right to do this?!”


    Seeing her still ready to strike, Damon grabbed her wrist, his tone chilling. “I’m Buddy’s father, so I have every right.”


    Realizing the situation was beyond redemption, N ceased to deny it. She looked at Damon with a nk expression. “Don’t forget, you have a fiancee.


    “I don’t need your concern. Erin is a good woman. Even if I take Buddy back, she will treat him well,” Damon countered.


    N snorted. “You’ve really be blind after losing your memory.”


    Erin–a good woman? If N hadn’t seen her true colors, she might have believed Damon’s words.


    Taking a deep breath, N shook off Damon’s grip and headed home. She needed to figure out how to keep Mason with her. Once Damon learned the


    Mason was her lifeline, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to take him from her!


    Back home, N sank onto the sofa, pinching


    the bridge of her nose in exhaustion. What could she possibly do to ensure that Damon couldn’t take Mason away?


    Suddenly, an idea struck her. If she married Oliver, perhaps Damon wouldn’t be able to take Mason from


    her.