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    As N knocked and opened the office door, she found Damon engrossed in his documents.


    Hearing her familiar footsteps, Damon lifted his head. A smile softened his features as their eyes met.


    "You''re here," he said warmly.


    N ced the packed breakfast on his desk and gently urged, "Take a break and eat something. No matter how busy you are, your healthes first."


    Damon didn''t have much of an appetite, but he didn''t want to worry her. Setting the document aside, he walked over to sit across from her.


    As she handed him the cutlery, N noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the rough stubble on his jaw. Her heart ached at the sight. "Eat first. When you''re done, I''ll help you shave," she offered with a tender smile.


    Damon nodded. "Alright."


    As he began eating the omelet, N stood and headed toward the lounge. The moment she turned her back, her eyes welled up with tears. On the way to the office, she had received a call from Vrie, who had warned her there was a real possibility that Prospectus Technology might go bankrupt.


    It wasn''t the idea of struggling alongside Damon that frightened her. It was the thought of him not being able to handle it.


    He was such a prideful man. If Prospectus Technology fell, it would be like crashing from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell. Inside the lounge, N sshed her face with cold water, ensuring her eyes weren''t red before she searched for Damon''s razor. Ten minutester, she returned with a warm towel and the razor.


    The breakfast she had prepared was already gone. She paused briefly, then walked over to him.


    "Lie back for a moment. I''ll start with a warm towel," she said softly.


    "Okay," Damon replied, reclining on the sofa.


    cing the warm towel over the lower half of his face, N gently massaged his temples.


    Within moments, Damon''s breathing grew steady.


    She paused, carefully removed the towel, and began shaving his stubble with meticulous care. Her movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring she wouldn''t wake him.


    After more than ten minutes, his jaw was clean-shaven.


    She wiped his face with the towel again, cleaned up the razor and towel in the lounge, and quietly gathered the breakfast containers before slipping out of the office.


    The moment the door clicked shut Damon, who had been lying still on the sofa, opened his eyes. Bloodshot and weary, his gaze was sharp and alert. He hadn''t slept at all.


    Sitting up, he ran a hand over his smooth jaw and let out a wry chuckle.


    Soon after, Spencer rushed in,


    net


    urgency written on his face. "Mr. Sumner, we''ve got a report from Falcon. One of Henry''s distant rtives owns a 20% stake in Nyce Tech And his ex-wife? She''s the sole


    shareholder of a Nyce Tech


    subsidiary, holding 100% of the


    shares."


    Before receiving Falcon''s update, Spencer had been hopeful. The reality felt like a p.


    Henry was a Prospectus Technology shareholder on paper, but his priorities had changed long ago.


    Spencer continued. "The investigation shows his ex-wife gained control of thatpany over a year ago."


    If he recalled correctly, that was


    around the time Henry and his wife divorced. This meant that Henry had been leaking core data to Nyce Tech long before their separation.


    "Did we confirm what data he provided?" Damon asked, his tone clipped.


    "We did. It''s all here on this USB drive," Spencer said, handing it over.


    Damon plugged the USB into hisputer. As the files loaded onto the screen, his jaw tightened.


    He had braced himself for bad news, but seeing that nearly all of Prospectus Technology''s core data had beenpromised was still a gut punch.


    Gabriel hade prepared this time.


    "Mr. Sumner..." Spencer hesitated.


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