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Damon chuckled. "As I said, you can buy them back at market value."

Pedro's expression darkened. "Mr. Sumner, don't joke with me. You are well aware that the Wilkie Group doesn't have that kind of money right now. Name another condition-anything the Wilkie Group can do, and I'll agree to it!"

For Pedro, saying this pushed his limits. If it weren't to eliminate future risks for Theo, he would never lower himself to negotiate like this with Damon.

Damon looked at him, his tone calm but unyielding. "Mr. Wilkie, I'm not joking. I'm a businessman. I make deals to earn money. If there's no profit, why would I spend 7,000,000 dollars to buy the Wilkie Group shares from Ms. Wilkie? For fun?"

"I've already offered 8,000,000 dollars to buy back the shares. It's only been a few days, and you'd be making an easy 1,000,000 dollars. Isn't that a profit?" Pedro countered.

"Mr. Wilkie, do you take me for a fool? Even if I don't sell the shares back to you, I could sell them to anyone else for ten times that profit or more. Why would I sell them to you?" Damon retorted.

Pedro's eyes widened with rage. "Damon, do you insist on making an enemy of the Wilkies?"

Damon said calmly, "Mr. Wilkie, if you were in my shoes and owned 10% of Prospectus Technology's shares, would you sell them to me for 8,000,000 dollars?"

Pedro's face darkened. "That's a completely different situation! Don't conflate the two."

"In my view, it's exactly the same. If you want the shares, come back with a sincere offer. One million dollars more? Are you trying to shoo away a beggar?" Damon replied.

Pedro's face flushed. Trembling, he abruptly stood, almost losing his balance. He struck the floor with his cane, his voice shaking with indignation. "Young man, don't let your arrogance get the best of you. It will only bring you harm!"

Unfazed, Damon replied, "I have work to do, Mr. Wilkie. I won't see you out. Take care."

Pedro's breath came faster, his anger boiling over. If he stayed a moment longer, he feared he might collapse from his boiling emotions. He turned and stormed out.

After a moment, Spencer returned to the office with coffee. "Mr. Sumner, where's Mr. Wilkie?"

"He left," Damon answered.

"What about this coffee?" Spencer asked.

"Just leave it on the desk," Damon instructed.

Spencer placed the cup on the desk and left the office.

Nyla was sitting with Mason, helping him draw, when Lydia approached. "Ms. Kinsey, there's a woman in her

40s at the door claiming to be your elder. She wants to see you.

Nyla frowned. "I'll go take a look."

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She stood and headed toward the door, noticing Lydia intended to follow.

Turning back, she said, "You don't need to come. Stay in the living room and watch Buddy."

"Alright," Lydia answered.

At the door, Nyla checked the video intercom and saw Wren standing outside.

Pressing her lips together, she opened the door. "Ms. Hackett, why are you here?"

Wren rushed forward as soon as the

door opened. "Nyla, I came to beg

you. Please forgive Gabriel. I know

he's done a lot of wrong, but it's only because he loves you so much...

"Could you write a letter of forgiveness for the court? If you're willing to forgive

him, he'll get a lighter sentence."

Nyla stared at her coldly, her facenoveldrama

devoid of warmth. "Ms. Hackett, he's

in this situation because of his

actions. I won't write a letter of forgiveness."

She thought back to the hours when Gabriel had kidnapped Mason.

The despair and agony she'd felt were seared into her heart. She could never

forgive Gabriel or give him a chance to hurt her or Mason again.