?


    "Okay," Damon said as he gently tucked a stray hair behind N''s ear and leaned closer to her.


    Suddenly, Vrie''s voice interrupted them. "Mr. Sumner, PDAs are prohibited!"


    Damon was momentarily speechless. He pulled back from N and turned to Vrie.


    "Ms. Weir, I''ll remember this," he said.


    Vrie replied confidently, "When you marry N, I''ll definitely be one of the bridesmaids. By the way, what was it you said you''d remember?"


    Damon took a deep breath.


    "I remembered that I ought to invite you over for dinner sometime," he replied.


    Vrie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I''m free any day. Feel free to contact me."


    "Sure..." Damon muttered, his expression turning into a semi-scowl.


    It seemed he would need to have a talk with Brandon soon about keeping his girlfriend in check.


    Seeing Damon flustered was rare, and N couldn''t help but chuckle.


    Damon nced at her, his eyes silently reproachful.


    N forced herself to stopughing.


    "You should go talk business," she said.


    Damon hummed in response.


    After Damon left, Vrie sat down next to N.


    "By the way, I just saw Jane and Reba acting all sneaky. I wonder what they''re up to," she said.


    Recalling Jane''s arrogant attitude during the fight between Mason and Wilhelm, N instinctively frowned.


    "Ignore them," she replied tly.


    "I''m just concerned they might be nning something against you," Vrie said.


    Seeing the worry in Vrie''s eyes, N softened her gaze. "I''ll be careful. Don''t worry."


    "Okay," Vrie said, though her eyes remained on Jane and Reba, who were huddled together in a corner. Her grip on her wine ss tightened.


    Now that N had Damon looking out for her, Jane and Reba likely wouldn''t dare make a move.


    With that thought, Vrie felt her anxiety ease. She made a mental note to remind Damon to have someone protect N and Mason.


    Meanwhile, in the corner, Jane and Reba stood with displeased expressions.


    Jane red coldly at Reba, her


    tone scornful. "Didn''t you say you could handle N? I''ve been waiting for a white and haven''t seen you do anything. If you can''t manage it, don''t waste my time with useless chatter."


    Reba grimaced. "The person who was supposed to help me deal with N has had some issuestely, so I haven''t been able to implement the n."


    Jane snorted derisively. "I shouldn''t have trusted you from the start. Until I get the results I want, I won''t give you that project we discussed."


    When Reba first approached


    Jane, she had expressed interest in acquiring a project from the Wilkie Group. Jane had promised to hand it over to the Preston Group once N was out of the picture.


    Reba gritted her teeth.


    "Ms. Wilkie, is it possible you have no real authority over that project, which is why you keep dying?" she asked.


    If she didn''t get that project soon, she wouldn''t have the chance to run off with Nathaniel''s money before he killed her.


    The bruises from his previous attacks still throbbed with pain, and she couldn''t bear the thought of enduring that hellish torment again.


    If this went on, she would lose her mind.


    Janeughed mockingly, her tone


    condescending. "You''re in no


    position to question me. Understand this-you''re the one asking me for a favor, not the other way around Who give the project to is my choice." Content belongs


    on


    Sheid down her terms. "I''ll give you another week. If there''s still no progress, then the promises I made to you are void."


    With that, she turned and walked away, not bothering to look back at Reba.