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    "Mm," Damon hummed in response, flipping through some documents. "Buddy has a parent-child sports day at his kindergarten. I''ll be attending." "Got it," Spencer replied.


    Friday morning arrived quickly.


    After breakfast, the family of three headed to Mason''s school.


    N wore a pastel pink tracksuit with a simple white T-shirt underneath, her long hair tied in a neat ponytail. With light makeup, she looked effortlessly elegant.


    Damon wore a matching ck tracksuit.


    Seeing him in casual wear, without his usual suits, N thought it made him look several years younger. If not for hismanding presence, one might easily mistake him for a university student.


    Mason, dressed in a light gray tracksuit, looked adorable and well-behaved.


    As they walked into the school, they quickly attracted the attention of both parents and children.


    Noticing the admiring nces from his ssmates, Mason walked with his head held high, exuding newfound confidence.


    His homeroom teacher, Laura, approached them with a weing smile.


    Her eyes briefly widened in admiration when she saw Damon and N, recognizing Mason''s good looks as clearly inherited from them.


    "Good morning! The sports day will officially start at 10:00 a.m. In the meantime, feel free to explore the campus or head to the yground. Seats with your child''s name have already been marked."


    "Thank you, Ms. Ferrier," N replied with a smile.


    "Of course! If you need anything, just text me," Laura said before heading off to manage the other families.


    After strolling around the school, Damon and N took Mason to the yground.


    As they found their designated seats, they noticed Gabriel and Wilhelm seated nearby.


    Damon''s expression darkened, his gaze locking onto Gabriel with icy precision.


    Gabriel, however, greeted him with a faint smile, unfazed by the tension.


    "What a coincidence, Mr. Sumner. You found time to attend the event?" he asked.


    Damon sat beside him, answering


    with a straight face, "If you can find time to run Nyce Tech, scheme against others, and still attend, so can I."


    wn


    "Business is like a battlefield, Mr. Sumner. It''s all about strategy and staying ahead. You''d agree, wouldn''t you?" Gabriel replied.


    Damon nodded, understanding


    Gabriel''s implied meaning.


    "Completely. Let''s just hope that


    when the tables turn, you''ll handle it just as gracefully."


    "Of course," Gabriel answered.


    Meanwhile, N, holding Mason in herp, softly chatted with him. She seemed oblivious to the underlying rivalry simmering between the two men.


    Wilhelm sat next to Gabriel, his gaze lingering on Mason, who wasughing happily in N''s arms. His eyes darkened with jealousy.


    Why did Mason''s parents love him so much? Why did his own parents have to divorce?


    "Daddy, is Mommy really noting today?" Wilhelm asked, his gaze turning away from Mason.


    Gabriel looked down at him, his tone softening. "No, your mom hurt her leg. She''s in a wheelchair and can''t attend."


    "She could''vee and just watched from the side... Daddy, I wish Mommy coulde," Wilhelm muttered.