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"Okay," Damon said as he gently tucked a stray hair behind Nyla's ear and leaned closer to her.Suddenly, Valarie's voice interrupted them. "Mr. Sumner, PDAs are prohibited!"Damon was momentarily speechless. He pulled back from Nyla and turned to Valarie."Ms. Weir, I'll remember this," he said.Valarie replied confidently, "When you marry Nyla, 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.Valarie 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 Nyla couldn't help but chuckle.Damon glanced at her, his eyes silently reproachful.Nyla forced herself to stop laughing."You should go talk business," she said.

"She told me tonight that if my dad was the first to agree to the demolition, he'd get an extra unit," Nyla 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.Nyla 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," Nyla joked.Damon handed her a black card without hesitation."This is my main card," he said. "All my savings are in it."Nyla 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 w

Screams echoed from the pavilion, each one blending with the next, until a full half-hour passed before silence finally fell.During this time, not a single servant appeared. The staff had grown used to Rebecca being hit, and nobody dared to intervene. After all, they were just employees, and Rebecca wasn't particularly kind to them. It was best to avoid trouble whenever possible.Rebecca lay motionless on the pavilion floor, barely conscious. Her body was covered in bruises, though her face remained unmarked.Standing over her, Nathaniel looked down with a mix of disgust and hatred. He snarled, "Rebecca, if you hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't have had a falling-out with Damon. The Preston Group wouldn't be in this mess, begging for partnerships. You deserve every bit of this."Rebecca didn't reply. Her eyes were full of despair.How much longer would this endless, miserable life continue? If she had known what returning to the country would cost her, she would never have come back.

Nyla let out a soft gasp as she found herself straddling Damon's lap, his muscles tense beneath her. Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away.Turning off the hairdryer, she muttered, "All done. Let me put this away."Before she could get up, Damon took the hairdryer from her and tossed it aside."What are you—" Before Nyla could finish, Damon kissed her.His scent of pine filled her senses, and her body trembled, melting into his embrace.When Damon finally pulled back, their breaths were uneven, and their heartbeats pounded so loudly it was impossible to tell whose was whose. His hand glided down her waist, gently untying her robe, which fell open...The lights clicked off.It took a while before the intimate atmosphere in the room finally calmed.…Only Tom and his secretary remained in the living room of the Genge villa.Tom handed a bag to his secretary. "Send this to Meristate."The bag was transparent, holding a used wine glass.The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Gen

"Alright, I'll be down in a moment," Valarie replied.After dismissing the maid, she quickly freshened up and went downstairs within 20 minutes.As soon as Valarie entered the living room, she saw Zayn's mother, Monica Eyman, sitting on the sofa. Her expression immediately darkened.With a frown, she moved to sit beside Phoebe and coldly regarded Monica across from her. "What are you doing here?"If it weren't for the Updikes' enabling, Zayn wouldn't have dared to treat her the way he did. The very thought made her stomach churn with disgust.Monica had once acted so fond of her, even 'warning' Zayn in front of her to treat her better. For a time, Valarie had believed Monica truly liked her—until she discovered that Zayn had a mistress who had already borne him a child—and that Monica knew about it. Monica even visited them regularly.After learning this, Valarie lost all respect for her.Monica forced a weak smile. "Valarie, I'm truly sorry for what happened with Zayn. I didn't