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Chapter 768 Father’s Grave

Damien nodded, his deep voice laced with a comforting undertone. “I understand your disdain for them. However,

they remain Zachary’s true family, no matter how much you detest them.”

“We’re here to apologize and arrange a wedding for Zachary and Lyra.”

“This wedding cannot take place without their approval.”

Cherise froze, and an icy cold tension gripped.

She was consumed by anger that she had momentarily forgotten about the wedding.

“But we are being too kind to them!”

“We have no other choice; they are Zachary’s family, after all.”

Damien smiled and reassured, “But don’t fret; we will always have the upper hand.”

“I have the power to gain and make them lose everything.”

His words caused Cherise to pause momentarily.

She bit her lip and asked, “Is that acceptable?”

“Absolutely. Business collaboration inherently involves risks.”

“If their venture fails to yield a profit, the responsibility lies not with me but their poor decision-making.”

Cherise finally sighed in relief as the weight lifted from her heart.

“I am craving for seared trout.”

“Alright.”

Damien smiled faintly, “I’ll have Mr. Kolson find out where the best-seared trout is served nearby.”

“Do you two fancy seared trout?”

As Damien finished speaking, the gentle voice of a middle-aged woman chimed in, “I know a good restaurant

nearby. Would you like me to bring you there?”

Cherise furrowed her brow, finding the voice vaguely familiar.

Patricia stood nearby, beaming brightly, and her gaze instinctively shifted to the voice.

As usual, Patricia’s attention was fixed on Damien.

“There’s no need to trouble Mrs, Miles.”

Damien responded politely yet coolly to Patricia. He then turned around and prepared to depart with Cherise.

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“Damien!”

As Damien left, Patricia felt her heart raced and her palms sweaty.

She ran towards him and asserted, “I need to speak with you.”

Damien frowned, “Mrs. Miles, I don’t believe we have anything to discuss. Please have some self-respect.”

Damien had noticed her uneasy gaze and refrained from commenting out of courtesy.

When she initiated a conversation, he naturally declined.

With that, he escorted Cherise towards the car.

“Don’t get me wrong.”

Patricia rushed over and blocked Damien’s path, her eyes pleading. “We need to talk about your father, Hansen,”

she said.

Damien felt his tall figure stiffen as his stomach churned.

He turned his head, stared at Patricia, and sputtered, “You… You knew my father?”

“Yes.”

Patricia’s eyes softened as the conversation turned to Hansen and muttered, “Can I speak with you privately about

your father?”

“I knew him a long time ago.”

Damien frowned, perplexed, as he looked at Cherise in his arms.

Cherise stepped out of his embrace and said sensibly, “Go ahead.”

With that, she turned around and got into the car.

Patricia led Damien to a small pavilion outside Miles Manor.

There was a gentle breeze in the pavilion.

Sitting across Damien, Patricia exuded radiance as she spoke, “I heard your father passed away over twenty years

ago. Is that correct?”

Damien frowned and nodded. “Yes.”

“Could you tell me…”

“Where is his grave?” she asked, her eyes glinting with pleading and sorrow.