Chasing the Unexpected

Brandon shook his head. “No, the Weir Group is at the end of its rope. Instead of selling off my shares in the Sumner Group and losing everything, I’d rather work hard to lead the Sumner Group and help rebuild the company.”

Damon replied, “As long as you’re sure.”

“Uncle Damon, I came here today to ask you for a favor,” Brandon said.

“What is it?” Damon asked. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“I remember that Prospectus Technology has been negotiating a few big deals with the Updike Group lately. I hope you won’t work with them,” Brandon stated.

He looked at Damon with a pleading gaze, but Damon showed no signs of being swayed You want me to compromise my business for personal reasons?”

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The intimidation from Damon made Brandon lower his head in fear, unable to meet his gaze. Still, he willed himself to say, “It’s not just about my own interests.”

“Oh?” Damon inquired with a smirk, though there was no warmth in his eyes. “Then tell me, what else is there besides wanting to take personal revenge?”

Brandon took a deep breath and mustered the courage to look at Damon. “After Zayn takes over the Weir Group, his next target will be either the Sumner Group or Prospectus Technology. If we don’t stop him now, the Updike Group might threaten our companies in the near future.”

“He doesn’t have that capability,” Damon replied curtly.

Seeing Damon’s confident demeanor, Brandon hurriedly added, “Uncle Damon, you don’t understand Zayn. He’s skilled at hiding his true intentions. I used to be good friends with him, but only when he started dating Valarie did I realize his ambitions. He might already be plotting to replace the Sumner Group and Prospectus Technology.

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Damon remained silent, showing no regard for Zayn at all. Even if Zayn wanted to target Prospectus Technology, he needed the means to do so..

Brandon felt increasingly anxious as he realized his words were having no effect.

“Uncle Damon, even if you’re not worried about Zayn going after Prospectus Technology, think about it from Aunt Nyla’s perspective. She’s given Valarie all her savings over the years to help the Weir Group. Can you really bear to see her money go to waste?” he asked.

Damon narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Recently, the Weir Group received a sudden influx of millions. I had someone investigate, and it’s confirmed that the money came from Aunt Nyla to Valarie,” Brandon informed him.

The study fell silent as Damon lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, lost in thought.

Brandon didn’t dare to speak, knowing this was his last card to play.

If Damon still didn’t care, he would have to watch helplessly as the Updike Group swallowed the Weir Group whole.

After some time, Damon finally spoke. “I understand the situation. You can go now.”

Seeing that Damon had no intention of taking on the Updike Group, Brandon realized he had lost his gamble.

However, he understood that for Damon, refusing to work with the Updike Group would mean losing tens of millions, while Nyla’s mere millions were something he could easily repay her for.

Still, Brandon was unwilling to leave just like that.

He asked, “Uncle Damon, aren’t you trying to pursue Aunt Nyla? Valarie is her best friend. If you help the Weir Group get through this crisis, she would definitely appreciate it. Who knows, she might even agree to get back together with you!”

Damon raised an eyebrow, his face devoid of emotion. “Even if I don’t save the Weir Group, I can still win her back.

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“But if you save the Weir Group, it will definitely have a greater effect!” Brandon countered.

Damon didn’t respond, simply asking, “It’s almost 7:00 p.m. Are you planning to stay

er?”

Upon realizing he was being turned down, disappointment showed on Brandon’s face. He shook his head and turned to leave.

Not long after he left, Damon stepped out of the study.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Lydia heading upstairs with a cup of tea.

“Lydia, is that for Nyla?” he asked.

Lydia nodded. “Yes, I noticed Ms. Kinsey has been looking tired after work lately, so I made her some tea to help her recover.”

Damon was just about to ask if Nyla had really given all her savings to Valarie so he said, “Let me take it up to her.”

Upon hearing this, Lydia smiled knowingly and handed the tea to Damon. “I still need to prepare a few dishes, so I’ll leave it to you, Mr. Sumner.”

Damon took the tray and turned to head upstairs.

When he reached Nyla’s bedroom, he knocked on the door. There was no response, so he knocked a few more times. Still, there was no answer.

Frowning, he hesitated for a moment before turning the doorknob.

The door wasn’t locked.

Nyla was nowhere to be seen inside the bedroom, but Damon could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. She must be taking a shower.

Damon’s gaze darkened. He stood at the door for a few seconds before stepping inside.

He placed the tray on the bedside table and was about to leave when he heard Nyla’s voice from the bathroom. “Is that you, Lydia? Can you please grab my hazel camisole nightgown from the first wardrobe?”

Damon’s hands instinctively tightened at his sides.

After hesitating for a moment, he was about to speak when Nyla called out again, “Lydia, could you please hurry? I have a meeting at seven!”

Her tone revealed a hint of urgency, and Damon frowned before turning toward the wardrobe.

The bathroom was shrouded in steam, and Nyla’s slender figure was vaguely visible.

She soon noticed a silhouette standing by the glass door of the bathroom, so she walked over barefoot and yanked

the door open.

“Lydia, please-” Nyla’s words faltered as she realized who

and she instinctively stepped back.

“What are you doing here?!” she exclaimed.

pahintulot at the door. Her eyes widened in shock,

Her frantic movement, coupled with the slippery floor, caused her to lose her footing.

“Ah!” Nyla screamed in panic, reaching out to grab the nearby sink.

However, her hands were still wet from the shower, and she couldn’t get a grip.

“Watch out!” Damon warned as he caught her around the waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Nyla’s heart raced. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else that was causing chest. She clutched Damon’s suit, her face pale.

d thumping in her

Damon’s hands were on her waist, and the warmth radiating from that contact sent waves of heat coursing through her.