?


    Upon noticing N''s flushed cheeks, Damon''s eyes darkened further.


    "N, need some help with your bath?" he asked, his voice low and enticing.


    N snapped out of her daze, quickly pushing him away. Her wary gaze made him look like some kind of dangerous predator. "No need, I''ll do it myself," she replied.


    If she let him help, they might note out of the bathroom for two hours.


    Disappointment flickered in Damon''s eyes. "You really don''t need help?"


    "Mm-hmm. Now go. If you have nothing to do, y with Buddy downstairs. I''m going to shower," N said, grabbing her pajamas.


    She darted into the bathroom as though something was chasing her, locking the door behind her with a sharp click.


    Hearing the lock, Damon chuckled softly, shook his head, and left the bedroom.


    Downstairs, Mason was ying with toys in the living room. He didn''t even nce up at the sound of Damon''s footsteps, already able to distinguish between Damon and N''s steps.


    Just as Damon reached the sofa, his phone buzzed.


    ncing at the screen, he saw Spencer''s name and answered.


    "Mr. Sumner, we''ve got a problem. The batch of chips Prospectus Technology deliveredst month has issues. The Longbow Company is preparing to sue us," Spencer reported.


    Damon''s brows knitted together. "What happened? What''s wrong with the chips?"


    "The Longbow Company tested them in their machines, and 90% of the machines suffered unexined failures-they''repletely unusable now.


    "They im it''s our chips that caused the problem. The Longbow Company''s client manager is already on their way to the office," Spencer exined.


    Damon''s expression darkened. "Got it. I''ll head to the office immediately. Seal off the news-make sure this doesn''t leak."


    Regardless of whether Prospectus Technology''s chips were at fault, any leaks could irreparably damage thepany''s reputation.


    "Understood, Mr. Sumner. I''ll handle it," Spencer replied.


    After hanging up, Damon turned to


    Lydia. "When Nes


    downstairs, let her know I went to the office to handle work. Tell her to put Buddy to bed early. I might note back tonight."


    Seeing his serious expression, Lydia quickly nodded. "Of course, Mr. Sumner."


    Without saying more, Damon grabbed his keys and left the house in a hurry.


    ...


    Half an hourter, Damon arrived at the office.


    As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Spencer greeted him. "Mr. Sumner, the Longbow Company''s client manager is waiting in the meeting room."


    Damon nodded. "Understood. Gather the shareholders and core members of the R&D department. We''re meeting in an hour."


    "Yes, sir," Spencer replied before leaving.


    Damonposed himself and strode toward the meeting room.


    When he opened the door, the Longbow Company''s client manager, Jeffrey Hughson, turned toward him with a sharp re.


    "Mr. Sumner, ourpany has already suffered millions in losses because of Prospectus Technology''s chips. How do you n to address this?" Jeffrey demanded.


    Damon took a seat across from him,


    his tone calm and measured. "M


    Hughson, we regret the issues with your machines. I''ll immediately assign a team from our R&DO


    department to investigate


    "If the problem is indeed caused by Prospectus Technology''s chips, we''ll take full responsibility for all losses."


    Jeffrey sneered. "Mr. Sumner, our machines work perfectly fine with other chips. But as soon as we use yours, they break down en masse. Are you trying to deny that your chips are faulty?"