"Three years ago, you insisted on leaving home to live a simple life with your wife. Why did you suddenly decide to come back?"
The Americano coffee that Atlantis drank that morning suddenly tasted better. Whatever the reason, Damian's return had been the most pleasant news Atlantis had received that year.
"I will tell you the reason later. There is something I need to take care of first. Give me all the company information, and I will study it before I take over. You may also need time to convince the board of directors due to the change in CEO."
"You sound very prepared and impatient." Atlantis looked at his son with pride. Finally, Atlantis had won this war.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" asked Damian.
"I just find it unusual that you suddenly became ambitious again," Atlantis admitted.
"You don't want me to be ambitious?"
"Of course I do. Whatever your current reason is, go for it. I will help you organize the process." Atlantis placed the coffee cup on the garden table.
Atlantis left the garden to organize the shareholders' meeting in the next room. Damian sighed, looking at the swimming pool in the backyard garden of the mansion.
"I never thought about coming home, but it seems like I've been missing it for the three years of my marriage," Damian mused to himself.
A man in formal attire approached Damian. It was Nick, Damian's assistant, helping Damian ease Camille's workload. During Damian's marriage, Damian and Nick only communicated through phone calls.
"Nick, long time no see," Damian greeted.
"Long time no see, Young Master."
Damian and Nick had known each other since childhood. Nick's father was Atlantis' driver, and Nick's mother was the head housekeeper at the mansion. Atlantis sent Nick to the same school as Damian so that he could become an assistant that Damian could rely on.
"How were your three years without me? Was it fun?"
Nick chuckled at Damian's question. "I wouldn't call it fun, but I must admit I've had much time to learn different sports."
"No wonder your body looks so good. You could be a model. I hope I didn't stop you from having fun," Damian joked.
"Don't say that. I'm grateful to you. I've had enough fun for the past three years. Now it's time for me to work hard."
Damian smiled at Nick, who had never changed. Nick's family had served Damian's family for decades. Since childhood, Nick was raised to be the one who always protected and accompanied Damian.
"Did you find what I asked for?" Damian brought up a serious conversation.
Nick handed Damian a document. "This is the information you wanted."
The first thing Damian did after obtaining Davina and Marcel's personal information was to call Davina.
"This is Davina Claire, your lawyer speaking. How may I help you?"
Damian cleared his throat before speaking. This seemed to be Davina's office number. "Davina, thank you so much for your surprise."
"It's nothing. I wanted to finish my work quickly. I get distracted when I see documents that I haven't handled."
"I was using your computer. I apologize for not asking your permission."
"No problem. I already told you you can use it when necessary."
"What do you think I should do now?"
Nick gave Damian a surprised look. It was rare for Damian to ask someone for guidance. This was the first time Damian had sought a woman's advice.
"Your wife doesn't know that you already know. You can meet her as usual and pretend you don't know anything. Then you can decide what decision to make. I'm a lawyer and can't get involved in your matters."
Damian now knew what he had to do. "I'll call you back. Thank you, Davina."
Damian handed the document back to Nick. "Give this to me later. I'll make lunch for Camille."
Nick looked at Damian suspiciously. Having not seen Damian for three years, Nick had to readjust to Damian's mannerisms. It was difficult for Nick to guess what was on Damian's mind.
"I'm sure you won't forget your agreement with your father. Your return home means you finish your marriage. And now you want to prepare lunch for your wife. What exactly are you planning to do, Young Master?"
“You’ll see.”
Damian entered the WW Technology company, carrying a lunch box for Camille. He wore a purple shirt with oversized black trousers and a knit vest, giving him the appearance of a geeky, nerdy man.
Camille and Marcel were surprised to see Damian's presence as they exited the elevator.
"Honey, I brought you lunch," Damian cheerfully showed Camille the lunch box he was holding.
Camille panicked upon seeing Damian suddenly in the company. Her sexy appearance, combined with Damian's nerdy look, drew the attention of many people. Camille became even more frantic when she realized that people were starting to stare at them.
"Camille, who is he?" Marcel asked.
Camille grabbed Marcel's hand, urging him to leave before more people started watching them. "I don't know him."
"Honey, I'm your husband. I'm here to give you lunch." Damian approached Camille.
"Are you married to a man like that, Camille? I thought he was your manservant." Marcel laughed sarcastically.
"I have just learned that your taste chooses very poorly in men, Camille," said another coworker.
"This will become a trending topic, you marrying a shabby man like him," Camille's coworker chuckled at Damian's appearance.
Damian pulled Camille's hand, forcing her to accept the lunch he had made for her. Camille slapped Damian's cheek with great force. Annoyed, Camille opened the lunch box and spilled the soup over Damian's head.
"He's not my husband. I don't know who he is. He's just my stalker who always bothers me. Are you deaf? I've already told you not to dare come here again!" Camille shouted angrily.
Onlookers gasped in shock, covering their mouths in astonishment. Damian didn't expect the situation to escalate to this extent. He had anticipated Camille throwing the food away, but instead, she poured it on his head.
"Don't dare to meet me again. Stop bothering me. Security, please take this man away!" Camille commanded the security guards.
Damian raised both hands, signaling for security not to touch him. "I can go on my own," Damian said.
Damian left the WW Technology company building feeling dirty and wet. The smell of soup replaced the expensive perfume he had worn earlier.
"I should have known from the moment I saw Camille in the penthouse apartment that she could do something like this. This is the first time in my life I've been humiliated like this," Damian muttered to himself.
Damian had already instructed Nick to return home immediately after dropping him off at WW Technology Company. Damian flagged down a taxi, but Marcel quickly snatched it from him.
"I have to hurry because I am a busy person. Camille's manservant, I mean Camille's husband because you are unemployed, you have plenty of time to wait for the next taxi." Marcel taunted before slamming the taxi door shut.
Without a phone and struggling to find a taxi, Damian walked 20km to his mansion, his body drenched and reeking of soup. At the mansion, Nick had been waiting for the young master's arrival since earlier. Nick was surprised to see Damian in such a state.
"Young Master, what happened to you?" Nick asked worriedly.
Damian gritted his teeth in frustration. "It's all right. We're going to Camille's house. There's something I need to make up."
"I should have known that no good would come from you escorting lunch for your wife again," Nick remarked.
At home, Damian searched through all the drawers and cabinets in the house until he found a document containing a divorce petition prepared by Davina Claire's lawyer.
"I hid my identity as the heiress of WW Technology because I didn't want Camille to marry me for my money, just like my stepmother did with my father. But she's been cheating on me for two years?"
Damian laughed, laughing at his stupidity. He still couldn't believe the drama he was going through. The universe had opened his eyes overnight.
"All this time I've been married to Camille, she's been cheating on me. Then what did she want from me if she couldn't find any money?" Damian sank into the sofa, spending the entire day in darkness without switching on any lights.
In the silence, Damian heard the sound of heels approaching. Tonight, he was determined to confront Camille.
Camille opened the door after coming home from work. When she turned on the lights, she was surprised to see Damian inside the house.
"I have something interesting for you, Camille."
Without uttering a single word, Camille delivered a resounding slap to Damian's face, her anger boiling over. The source of her frustration? Damian had shamelessly claimed to be her husband in front of her coworkers, and Marcel's presence made the humiliation all the worse."Do you not remember my current position at the office?" Camille snapped, her voice dripping with contempt."I am a finance manager. Did you purposefully come to the office to embarrass me? I explicitly told you to avoid such behavior. Are you deaf?"Reflexively, Damian held his stinging cheek, the force of Camille's slap reverberating.His jaw dropped, eyes wide with disbelief. "Did you truly just slap me?""Do you want me to do it again?" Camille raised her hand, poised to repeat the act."You are the first person who has dared to touch me."Camille let out a bitter laugh, mockery lacing her words. "Should I be proud?""After witnessing this riveting spectacle, you can decide if pride is warranted."Damian played
Davina arrived at the famous pub in town with her driver to pick up her coworker, who was hungover. "Do I owe Irene for providing me with an excuse to leave Camille's lackluster divorce party?" Davina mused, contemplating the questionable celebration. Spotting Irene unconscious on the sofa, Davina enlisted the help of her driver to carry her. As Davina gathered Irene's belongings, she caught sight of a familiar figure sitting alone. "Damian?" Davina squinted her eyes, making sure she had correctly identified the identity. Handing Irene's bag to her driver, Davina instructed, "Please take Irene back to her house. I'll take a taxi home. There's someone here I need to speak to." "Yes, Miss." "Thank you for your assistance." With Irene and the driver out of the pub, Davina hurried towards Damian, who had been sitting on the same chair for over an hour. "Damian? Damian!" Damian turned towards the voice, startled by Davina's furious expression. "Damian! What are you doing? Plannin
"Was I truly so naïve in those days? Even now, I struggle to comprehend how I could have once loved Camille. Perhaps I was deluded," Damian mused, his thoughts drifting back to a time of lost innocence. In the beginning, Damian's suspicions festered, convinced Camille was unfaithful due to his shortcomings as a man and husband. However, as the truth unfolded, it became painfully clear that Camille had never harbored genuine feelings for Damian. She had played with his emotions from the very start. Since their divorce, Damian's life had revolved around the confines of the opulent mansion, dedicated to immersing himself in the study of the company. WW Technology, a colossal enterprise valued at a staggering 100 billion dollars, demanded his utmost attention and caution as he prepared to face the challenges that lay before him. A soft knock echoed through Damian's workroom, followed by the graceful entrance of Atlantis. With a proud gleam, Atlantis beheld the documents spread before D
Davina had just arrived home after a long day at work. Exhaustion consumed her every muscle and bone as she collapsed onto the couch in her penthouse apartment. "These lawyer duties are draining. I'm exhausted," she said, feeling overwhelmed. Attempting to rest her eyes briefly before preparing dinner, Davina's plans were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "Hopefully, someone has important business with me," she mused aloud. Davina opened the door to find Marcel dressed formally, indicating that he had come straight from work. Without saying a word, she ushered him into the penthouse apartment. Marcel surprised her as she poured water into a glass, embracing her from behind. "We've been engaged for two years. Isn't it time we set a wedding date?" he asked, refusing to release his hold on her. Davina couldn't help but express her disbelief. "Do you truly want to marry me?" Marcel gently kissed her neck, responding, "Of course I do. You're the best." Turning to face him,
"Revenge?" Davina inquired with a determined glint in his eyes. "Yes, revenge," Damian affirmed. "You witnessed firsthand the upheaval my marriage caused. I believe you'll comprehend why I seek retribution on both Camille and Marcel." Davina nonchalantly chewed her food, her thoughts focused on the flavors dancing on her palate, rendering her unable to engage in Damian's conversation fully. "I understand your motive regarding Camille, but as far as I know, you and Marcel have no connection," she pondered aloud. Accepting Davina's lack of interest, Damian allowed her to savor her bento dinner in solitude. Observing her enthusiastic consumption, he couldn't bring himself to touch his meal. "Eat slowly, and I’ll never steal your dinner. If you eat in a rush, you might suffer from a stomachache," Damian advised, extending a tissue as he noticed a hint of food residue staining Davina's lips. Davina gently wiped her mouth with the tissue, her tone laced with appreciation. "It's been q
On weekends, Damian would come to the company. Before assuming the CEO role, he had to go through all the company's documents. Damian purposely did this on the weekend to avoid employee disturbances.Today, Damian brought in the top audit team in the country despite the disagreement over the cost with Atlantis. Ultimately, Damian used his savings to cover the expenses not included in the company's annual budget. The audit team will reveal all the corruption data today.As Damian entered the lobby, memories of Camille humiliating him in front of a crowd by pouring food on him resurfaced in his mind."Young Master, let's go," Nick interrupted Damian's thoughts."I'm coming!" Damian followed Nick into the elevator.Damian and Nick worked through the company's files while waiting for the audit team to finish examining the financial data transparently. Damian searched Marcel's office and found a photo of Davina and Marcel together hidden in a drawer."Even after seeing this evidence, I cou
Davina repeatedly checked to confirm that the man standing before her was Damian. Although Davina had always found Damian's geeky appearance endearing, she had never seen him look so immaculate. A thought crossed Davina's mind – where had Damian learned such beautiful words for his proposal? Was he a natural at charming women? Ever since Damian approached her, Davina had been lost in daydreams, finding it hard to believe this situation was happening.The proposal had also caught Atlantis and Nick off guard, leaving them just as surprised as Davina. "Davina?" Damian called out, breaking her reverie."Huh?" Davina snapped back to reality, only to realize that a crowd of onlookers had gathered around them.Damian extended his hand, revealing a ring. Davina's gaze seemed to convey a silent message, questioning whether they had discussed this before. She was torn about what to do, but at the same time, she couldn't bear to let Damian stay on his knees for too long.If Davina were to reject
"This feels like a nightmare. There is no way nerdy Damian could be the rightful successor of a large company. And the thought of Damian proposing to my best friend, Davina, is unimaginable." Camille pondered in the company's medical room, trying to understand what had transpired after regaining consciousness."No, no, it must have been a terrible dream. I have known Damian for three years of our marriage, and he has always been a geeky, ordinary guy. There's no way he could be a CEO." Camille tried to convince herself amidst the lingering confusion.Just then, Marcel entered the medical room, his tone unkind. "How could my fiancée be involved with your husband?" he questioned.Camille felt a shiver run down her spine, realizing it wasn't just a bad dream. "So, it wasn't a dream after all?" she whispered, the reality sinking in.Marcel tightened his grip on Camille's hand. "Why did Damian propose to my fiancée?" he asked, enraged."I don't understand why you are angry with me. You saw