Damon’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on her—Lily Lockwood. She hadn’t changed much; her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes were as piercing as he remembered.She stood near the coffee machine, her head tilted slightly as she studied him from head to toe.The look in her eyes was filled with surprise and mockery as she kept staring at Damon for too long.She quickly recovered as she folded her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, well, ex-husband. I almost didn’t recognize you.”Tyler, who was standing beside her, chuckled as he followed Lily’s gaze. “Yeah, it’s hard to believe. The last time we saw you, you were...” He trailed off, mockingly tapping his chin as though in thought. “Oh, right. Broke, pathetic, and an epitome of embarrassment.”Damon’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing as he watched them both. Their words had lost their meaning years ago, though seeing them again brought back memories he would love to forget.Lily stepped closer. “Come on, h

Lily's thoughts raced as she struggled to keep her composure. Damon, her ex-husband—the man she had mocked and belittled—was sitting beside the great Vivian Whitmore with an air of authority and confidence she had never seen before. Her stomach churned, and she felt a rising panic. How could this be? How could Damon, of all people, have found his way into the Whitmore Group, let alone as Vivian’s consultant on their project?Tyler, on the other hand, clenched his fists beneath the table. He forced a tight-lipped smile as he masked his unease. “Well, this is… unexpected,” he shrugged, his tone hinting at discomfort. “Congratulations, Damon. It’s, uh, good to see old friends succeed.”Damon chuckled softly with a tone of mockery. Less than an hour ago, they had called him a loser. When he said he worked for someone else, they said it was more like something that would never come true. The word friends felt like a blow as he looked at Tyler in disbelief.“Friends? That’s a generous inter

Damon followed Vivian as they walked out of the conference room, the tension eere still lingering in the evening air.Vivian walked ahead with, her heels clicking against the stone path. Damon who stayed a step behind, his eyes fixed on her with an unreadable expression.“I’m struggling to keep up with you, Vivian. Please slow down!” Damon said with a smirk on his face.Vivian stopped abruptly, but she didn’t turn to look at him. “You need to keep up, Damon. I’m someone who has to be in a million places at once—I have no time for distractions,” she replied evenly.Damon smirked as he finally caught up with her. He walked closer as he folded his arms in amusement. “Now, that stings. And here I thought we made a good team today.”At first, vivan was delighted when she heard that Damon did a little research about starprizs enterprise but as soon as she understood what had happened between the parties, she couldn’t help but wonder if he did it out of business or out of personal vendetta a

Vivian observed the dynamic playing out before her with an amused glint in her eyes. Damon had effectively seized control of the room, and both Tyler and Lily were feeling extremely troubled. She knew she had to step in, or things would escalate even more. “Transparency is the foundation of trust,” she said evenly as she broke the tension. “But so is knowing when to let the past remain in the past. While your observations are valuable, Damon, I trust Starprize Enterprises is capable of addressing any internal issues without unnecessary friction. Our goal is to build solutions, not barriers,” she said simply. Tyler and Lily let out a gasp as they felt internal relief in what Vivian had just said. The last thing they wanted was for Vivian to have doubts about them, and they weren't ready to compromise that. Damon nodded with an unreadable expression. “Understood, Miss Whitmore. My intent was never to cause friction but to ensure we’re all aligned. After all, we’re on the same team n

Damon Bennett arrived at the company as early as 7 a.m. with a smile on his face. He was determined to make today as productive as possible.The previous days had been a mess—spilling coffee, getting on Vivian's nerves, and arriving late.As soon as he stepped out of his car, he noticed a shift in the atmosphere, an unease that hung in the air. People began stealing glances at him and whispering.He looked around, feeling confused and shocked.Walking into the building, he spotted Vivian Whitmore sitting at the head of the table with a dark expression of disbelief on her face. Beside her sat Amelia Prescott, frowning at Damon, and to Vivian’s right was Lorenzo Clinton, his expression unreadable.Several other executives were present, their gazes darting between Damon and the stack of documents ominously placed in front of Vivian.“Damon,” Vivian began, her voice calm but cold, “please, take a seat.”Damon hesitated before sitting down, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s going on?