Chapter 509

There was a flicker in Spencer’s eyes, but he remained silent.

Richard paid no mind and continued. “If remembering something is more painful than forgetting it, then it’s better not to remember. At least that way, one Hogg?”

Spencer finally understood Richard’s plan. “So you brought in that hypnotist to deal with Mr. Damon?”

Richard smiled. “Mr. Hogg, that’s a harsh way to put it. I simply want my son to stop suffering.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. “Have you ever considered what Mr. Damon thinks about this?”

“He’s obsessed with Nyla right now. If I asked him, he’d never agree. But look at how thin he’s become. If he keeps tormenting himself like this, his health will fail in a few years. Do you expect me to watch my son die young over a deceased person emotional as he spoke.

Spencer wasn’t interested in arguing–it wouldn’t change anything, and he knew he couldn’t make Richard listen.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“You don’t need to do anything specific. Just ensure that after Damon forgets that woman, you don’t bring her up in front of him again. Also, make sure that people from Prospectus Technology don’t mention her either.”

Richard spoke with a detached air, showing no remorse for Nyla. It was as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

Spencer’s gaze was cold. “Do I have a choice?”

Richard smiled. “Mr. Hogg, you’re a smart man. You should know what to do. After all, if Damon forgets Nyla, it will benefit everyone.”

Spencer clenched his hands at his sides, his eyes filled with anger and frustration. He knew he couldn’t change Richard’s mind, and there was no chance for him to help Damon. Even his phone had been taken by the men in black on the way there.

“Mr. Richard, I finally understand why Mr. Damon decided to cut ties with you,” he said.

Richard threw his cup to the floor, shattering it into pieces and filling the room with a tense silence.

He glared at Spencer, his voice laced with menace. “Mr. Hogg, you’re just a secretary. Mind your own business. Interfering won’t benefit you. If I can mak Spencer’s smile was mocking. “I have no doubt about your capabilities. I just hope that when Mr. Damon remembers everything, you won’t regret it,”

“You better hope that day never comes, or he won’t forgive you either,” Richard retorted.

With that chilling statement, he stood up.

“Mr. Hogg, you’ll remain here until Damon’s hypnosis is complete. But I advise you not to attempt an escape. The consequences would be dire,” he warned.

After Richard left, two men in black arrived to escort Spencer to a room.

Three days of house arrest later, Spencer was finally allowed to leave.

As he walked out of the room and down the long hallway to the living room, he saw Damon sitting on the sofa, his back turned to him.