Chapter 587

Oliver paused, his gaze falling on Nyla’s hand resting on his. Her skin was fair, her fingers delicate, resembling fine porcelain. It was hard for him to look away.

“Nyla, thank you,” he said softly.

Nyla raised an eyebrow. “You’re thanking me while telling me not to say thank you? That’s pretty polite of you.”

Oliver chuckled. “Alright, I’ll try to avoid saying it in the future, too.”

“That’s more like it,” Nyla teased.

After they finished their meal, Oliver dropped Nyla off at the lab before heading back to the Raynor Group.

As soon as he walked into his office, he noticed Fred sitting on the couch.

“Mr. Burridge, are you looking for me?” Oliver asked.

Fred glared at him, his voice laced with resentment. “Oliver, even if you’ve regained this position, you won’t be able to keep it for long!”

“You don’t need to worry about that, Mr. Burridge. Just focus on your own work,” Oliver replied calmly.

Fred snorted, stood up, and brushed past Oliver as he walked toward the door, deliberately bumping shoulders with him.

Oliver remained unfazed and took a seat at his desk, ready to start working.

A short while later, Liam knocked and entered. “Mr. Raynor, here are the documents for the collaboration with the Keithstone Group. Please review them Oliver nodded. “Okay, just leave them on my desk. And could you look into any connections between Fred and my father? I want to know if they’ve had any dealings behind the scenes.”

“Sure,” Liam replied.

Late that night, Damon entered the Sumner residence, his expression somber.

Richard, seated in the living room, showed no surprise at his arrival.

“Back already?” he asked.

Damon took a seat across from his father, his expression blank. “Dad, since you’re here waiting for me, you must know why I came today.”

Richard nodded. “I know, but I don’t intend to tell you.”

Damon’s face darkened significantly. “I just want to recover my memories. What gives you the right not to tell me?”

Richard’s demeanor remained indifferent. “I’m doing this for your own good. That woman is cunning. The fact that she secretly had your child shows her true nature. I don’t want you to be entangled with her any longer.”

“You even found out about my child with her. You really have your ears everywhere,” Damon said, his voice mocking and devoid of warmth.

Richard did not take offense at his tone and replied seriously, “Although I don’t like that woman, the child is still a member of the Sumners.

“I’ve already sent someone to bring the child back and raise him in Saintornia. As for that woman, I’ll give her a sum of money to sever her ties with the c As his words hung in the air, the living room plunged into a suffocating silence.

Damon scowled. “You have no right to do this. This is between me and her. I’ll handle it myself. It’s not up to you to interfere.”

Richard slammed his cup down, shattering it into pieces as coffee spilled everywhere.

“Not up to me to interfere? If I don’t, you’ll just get tangled up with that woman again. She’ll ruin you!” he yelled, his aging face twisted with anger and the muscles a Damon remained unfazed, meeting Richard’s gaze directly. “You say she’ll ruin me. Then tell me, how exactly will she do that?”

Richard sneered. “As Clark’s wife, your niece–in–

law, she seduced you and tarnished your reputation, making you a target for everyone. Isn’t that ruining you?

“Do you know what people were saying about the Sumners five years ago? They said I raised a son who was involved with his niece–in–law! An uncle who made his nephew a cuckold!”