Scarlet walked out of her office slowly, attempting to shake off thoughts of Mr. Damon, but it was almost impossible. She pulled into her car and drove slowly down the streets. It was past 9 PM, and she was the only one left in the office. She didn't usually stay this late, but she had drifted into a deep sleep earlier, and the events of the day weighed heavily on her, causing her to forget the time of the day.She pressed the brake and waited in traffic for a couple of minutes before driving down the streets slowly while blasting some Afrobeats music in her car, hoping to change her awkward mood.Parking her car in her designated spot, she walked slowly to her front door. Unlocking it, she entered and closed the door behind her with force. Dropping her bag on the couch, she removed her heels and collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion enveloping her like a heavy wet blanket.She lay on the couch for a few minutes before picking up her heels and heading to her room. On her way, she flippe

Harry settled into an empty space with Pietro and Jade standing closely behind him, while Mr. Damon still wore a puzzled expression as he slowly sat down on his chair.“What's the meaning of this?” Diane blurted out angrily on seeing Harry.“What is it, dear?” Scarlet turned to her in a low and polite voice.Scarlet's sarcastic demeanor, even after bringing in Harry, made Diane feel nauseous. She had an urge to tear her apart, starting from her wig to her clothes.Mrs. Freya sat with widened eyes in astonishment at Harry's presence in their company. The sight of him made her cringe; she couldn't bear his confident aura. She remembered him when he exuded only poverty, and now he was clad in a Louis Vuitton suit and Chanel shoes that matched his outfit. She couldn't bring herself to look, her face flushing with embarrassment as she avoided eye contact with him at all means.“Get the hell out of here!” James pushed the chair backwards, his fist clenched as if to attack Harry, but Pietro

"What's with the smile? Give us the information already!" Mrs. Freya bellowed frustratedly, genuinely tired of the suspense feeling like it was a scene from a movie.Pietro and Bruce raised their heads slowly, everyone's eyes fixed on them, and it felt like the world had stopped when Bruce started."Mr. Harry, you got..." He paused, and almost everyone swallowed a gulp of saliva, waiting for him to complete his sentence."A total of twenty-five votes, and Mr. Damon got a total of five votes. It's a landslide victory for Mr. Harry," he finally announced, and the room erupted in a roar. Harry couldn't help but smile as the hall filled up with murmurs and shouts while Scarlet wore a broad smile as she watched the entire staff cheer for Harry's win.Mr. Damon slouched in his chair, gasping for breath and his eyes fixed on his staff who were joyously celebrating Harry's victory. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he bowed his head in pure embarrassment, feeling mortified by the scene

“How did you know my daughter?” Ms. Oct inquired.“That’s not important, but if you insist, she's an investor, and we had a deal at a certain time,” he replied, tossing his agreement with Scarlet to her mother.“No! She would never invest in anybody!” She shrieked.“What happened? There's something you're not telling me,” she shot Mr. Damon a cold glare.“Nothing much, she's just been manipulated by Harry,” he replied politely.“Harry?” She raised her brows, confused.“Harry Luciano!” Mr. Damon added to make it much clear.“Tazio?” She raised her gaze to him, and he nodded slowly while wondering why she was surprised upon hearing Tazio's name. Some things aren't adding up about the family.“Like I said earlier, I don't do deals; I maintain beauty,” she quickly composed herself upon noticing Mr. Damon was observing her reactions closely.“But I'll only make a deal with you if you can take everything from her,” she added.“That would only be possible if you cooperate with me,” he replie

At the Archer's mansion, The dining was set and filled with different dishes as every one of the Archer were present digging into their meal. Mr. Damon and his family were having breakfast when Benson walked in.“Oh, good morning Boss,” he bowed.“Ben, how are you doing? It's been really long since you brought me Russian cakes,” Mrs. Freya teased, causing Benson to smile.“Oh, when next I return home, I'll get you one,” he replied with a soft smile.“Not one, at least two. it's been a long time,” “Okay, honey, I'll get going. I'll see you all when I come back,” Mr. Damon pulled his chair backwards and made his way out with Benson.“Have a nice day, ma,” Benson bowed to Mrs. Freya before following Mr. Damon closely.Once they were outside Mr Damon adjusted his clothes and turned to Benson.“How did it go?” Mr. Damon asked as he settled into the back seat of his car.“It went well. Stanley's loyalty lies in money; he is a money-hungry monster,” Benson retorted.“He should be at Ms. Oct