NovelBookCaroline didn't say anything more, merely reminding Nyla to be careful on her way back before heading into the hotel.
Nyla got hand sat on the sofa. She was about to rest when she noticed a corner of the invitation peeking out of her bag. She pulled it out and opened it. As she read through the conference details, her grip on the invitation tightened.
Maybe Caroline was right. She should reconsider her future plans. She couldn't have children, and even without Rebecca's interference, she and Damon wouldn't have lasted.
Besides, having already been burned once by Clark, she shouldn't make the smistake again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that thought, a determined glint appeared in her eyes.
The next morning, as soon as Nyla arrived at Prospectus Technology, she ran into Rebecca.
To be precise, Rebecca was deliberately waiting for her.
"Ms. Jayston, good morning! I cto deliver breakfast to Damon. He has a sensitive stomach and doesn't like eating breakfast made by others, so I made it myself," Rebecca said.
Nyla frowned and replied coldly, "Ms. Austen, if you enjoy showing off so much, you might as well bring along a couple of photographers next tto capture you delivering breakfast and send the photos to sentertainment news outlets. Let everyone see how 'virtuous and considerate' you are." Rebecca smirked and brushed her hair back. "There's no need for that. As long as Damon understands my intentions, that's enough." "Then don't flaunt it in front of me. I'm not interested." With that, Nyla walked past her and left.
Rebecca watched her retreating figure, her smile widening. She hoped Nyla had really given up on Damon. Otherwise, she would ensure Nyla couldn't stay in Saintornia.
Once on the top floor, Rebecca walked straight into Damon's office.
"Damon, I heard you didn't have breakfast before coming to work et brought you breakfast. I made it myself. Please have it before you start working," she said.
Damon remained impassive, his eyes still on the documents. leave it on the desk. You're pl There's no need for you to cook or bring food in person." Rebecca bit her lip, disappointment flashing in her eyes. "But you have a sensitive stomach because you skipped breakfast at university. You should-" Before she could finish, the office door swung open, and Spencer rushed in.
Seeing Rebecca, he paused before saying, "Mr. Sumner, I have an important report." Damon finally looked up at Rebecca. "You can go now. I need to get back to work." "But the breakfast-" Rebecca began.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDamon didn't respond, his impatience evident.
Reluctantly, Rebecca set the thermos down. "Remember to eat it later." She left, glancing back several times.
"What's the matter?" Damon asked Spencer.
"Mr. Clark has stolen another partnership from us," Spencer reported.
Damon tossed the document onto the desk, his expression tightening and growing colder it seems he's arXit determined to go head-to-head with Prospectus Technology."
Spencer kept his head down, hesitant to speak. After all, Glark was Damon's all, nephew one of their own.
"Find out which companies he's been working with recently. If he wants to play games I play along!" Damon huffed. "Yes, sir!" Spencer replied. Once Spencer left, Damon picked up the documents again, ignoring the breakfast on his desk.
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