Davina was taken aback by the sight of Damian awaiting her outside the Atlantis workroom. Observing Damian's evident concern, she tried to stifle a smile. It appeared as if her discussion with Atlantis had recently concluded.Drawing nearer, Damian inquired, "Are you alright? What did my father discuss with you? Did he say anything odd or offensive?"Davina led Damian away from the vicinity of the Atlantis workroom. Although she knew Atlantis could not overhear their conversation, she deemed it inappropriate to discuss Atlantis so openly in front of his workspace."Ask me privately. I'm fine, and your father did not utter anything strange. He wished me well as I became a part of the Wilson family," Davina responded.Skeptical, Damian furrowed his brow, disbelieving his wife's words. Being aware of Atlantis' less-than-kind personality, especially towards new acquaintances, Damian was sure there was more to the story. If Atlantis were being friendly, Damian would surely see through the

"Seriously? We're really going to tail Caroline in your car?" Nick turned to Damian, his face reflecting disbelief.Nick was well aware that Damian rarely used this car for everyday purposes, but choosing a limited-edition luxury red car for a secret stalking mission seemed far too conspicuous."Are you sure about this? I mean, it's a fancy car that stands out," Nick remarked skeptically."I've intentionally selected a different vehicle. You know this car gets the least amount of use," Damian reassured, attempting to alleviate Nick's concerns.Nick ran a hand through his hair, perplexed. "I was actually going to suggest we take my car, but Caroline has seen it before."Damian placed a reassuring hand on Nick's shoulder. "Don't worry, I have a plan. Let's go."Nick found himself unable to protest as Damian took the wheel. Uncertainty gnawed at him, uncertain of their destination. Damian drove skillfully and at a moderate pace."Do you happen to know where Caroline and Camille plan to m

"Are you that VVIP customer?" Camille asked, her anger evident in her tone."Yes. Does that matter to you?" Damian replied, seemingly unconcerned by their previous conflict.As the elevator doors opened, their conversation stopped as several people exited. Once the elevator was empty, the four of them stepped inside. Nick pressed the B button, while Marcel pressed the G button on the control panel.None of them made any attempt to flee, all of them eager to avoid being confined together. Given their history, Damian wouldn't avoid confrontation with his ex-wife; he was prepared to confront Camille openly.Despite Damian's position as Marcel's boss in the office, Marcel displayed no respect for him outside of work. The elevator, which typically moved swiftly, seemed to take an unusually long time this time."Give it to me. I was the one who wanted all that stuff in the first place," Camille demanded, trying to grab the paper bag from Damian's grasp. But Nick swiftly intervened, blocking

Davina and Damian's marriage has been sailing smoothly thus far. Both of them were busy with their respective jobs, and their time together was limited to the evenings, assuming Damian wasn't working late.On weekends, Davina would usually avoid dining with Atlantis and Caroline, especially when Damian was tied up with work. She knew they didn't fully accept her as a member of the Wilson family, and at the moment, Davina wasn't in the mood to seek their approval. After all, she saw her marriage to Damian as nothing more than a contractual agreement.One morning, Davina descended the stairs and made her way to the dining room, where Damian and Nick were having breakfast. Meanwhile, Atlantis and Caroline were enjoying their meal with their golf partners."Good morning," Davina greeted as she entered the room."Please have a seat," Damian said, pulling out a chair for her."Thank you," Davina replied gratefully before settling down.To her surprise, instead of the housemaid, Damian serve

Until now, Davina had been unaware that her interactions with Marcel at the company would result in further controversies. Upon arriving home, Davina immediately headed to her room, her fatigue from working overtime evident.Glancing at the clock on the wall, which showed it was already ten o'clock at night, Davina noticed that Damian had not returned home. Before returning, she had taken the time to attend a team dinner, leaving her with only the tasks of showering and going to bed.Emerging from the bathroom with damp hair, Davina stumbled towards the bed, her movements slow and burdened with a weariness that seemed to permeate her bones. She didn't even have the energy to dry her hair with a blow dryer.Yawning and stretching, Davina's body longed for rest after the long day."Ugh, I'm so tired. Will I ever be able to retire and live a good life without the need for work?" She released a deep yawn, her tired features drooping with exhaustion.He