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    "She told me tonight that if my dad was the first to agree to the demolition, he''d get an extra unit," N said. Damon signaled left, stopping the car at the intersection to look at her. "Does your dad not want to move?"


    "Yeah, and I don''t really want to either," she replied.


    "Then don''t," Damon said.


    N raised an eyebrow. "You''re not the project manager. Just because you say we won''t move doesn''t mean we won''t. Some people support the demolition, while those who disagree now are just trying to drive up the price."


    She didn''t believe all the residents wanted to stay in that old, run-down neighborhood.


    "I could buy that project," Damon suggested.


    "If you have that much money, just give it to me," N joked.


    Damon handed her a ck card without hesitation.


    "This is my main card," he said. "All my savings are in it."


    N was taken aback-her first instinct was to refuse. "No thanks. I have enough money."


    Damon didn''t press her and took the card back. After all, once they were married, he intended to hand over his bank card for her to manage anyway.


    "Are you sure you don''t need my help with the demolition issue?" he asked.


    "No. Maybe my dad will change his mind one day," N replied.


    Damon said nothing more, and the car fell into silence.


    The quiet was soon broken by the sound of a ringing phone.


    Damon nced at the caller ID. It was Spencer.


    He answered with his left hand and asked, "What''s up?"


    "Mr. Sumner, the investigation you asked Falcon to conduct has results. The details have been sent to your email," Spencer informed him.


    Damon''s expression grew serious. "Okay. I''ll check it when I get home."


    After the call, he drove noticeably faster, his demeanor shifting from rxed to focused.


    In less than half an hour, they arrived


    at the vi. As they walked inside Damon told N to go upstairs while he went to his study to handle some work.


    N nodded. "Okay."


    Once in the study, Damon quickly opened hisptop, logged into his email, and essed the files Spencer had sent.


    What he found was aprehensive dossier on Drake.


    After reading it, his expression turned extremely grim.


    l


    On the surface, Drake was a senior executive at MK Company. Behind the scenes, he had close ties to the mafia in Meristate, serving the. Nixons who backed MK Company, by handling various discreet matters for them.


    The only connection he had with N was through their mutual acquaintance, Reba.


    It seemed Damon would have to start with Reba. He took out his phone and dialed Nathaniel''s number.


    "I''m sending you a file," he instructed. "I want to know within three days why Drake is investigating N."


    "Sure, but I want Prospectus Technology''snd in the south of the city in exchange," Nathaniel bargained.


    The line went dead.


    Nathaniel knew Damon''s character well. Ack of refusal meant negotiations were possible.


    His phone buzzed shortly after. He opened the document Damon had sent.


    At first, he wore a smile, but as he read further, his expression darkened, bing almost livid.


    That wretched Reba had been


    sleeping around while abroad, yet she had pretended to be innocent in front of him, manipting his


    feelings to have him deal with N!


    UMS


    The thought of being outmaneuvered by such a woman made Nathaniel feel his dignity was being crushed.


    He let out a coldugh and walked out of the bedroom.